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In the fullness of the moon, I see my only secret tomb And all the bitterness and hate you can just scrape right off your plate Set aside your clever smile, come and lay with me a while While you're drawing up your will, the apartment house is still They shut the power off When the moon is proper full, set your hands into the wool And dig down into the skin, feel the fever held within Remember when we thought we'd die, the cops fell out of the sky Pushing through the night, your hand held my hand so tight They shut the power off Rumors suit you just fine, they warm you like wine Pass strangers and tired roads Singing in the park, ten feet further in the dark Your saviors are all failures to me From Letras Mania