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Light music until the morning
We're already slightly carried away
The world is spinning on the ceiling
We open up on one, two, three
And we can't seem to find ourselves
And sometimes we're afraid of the dark

The night spins on the ceiling
And it's just you and me alone
Talk to me, speak to me
There's nothing to do until morning
I just want to run away
Run away with me, fly away with me

We're probably always alone
And I don't know how to save us
And it's getting harder to see what's around
Like moths drawn to the lights
Away from gray and boring days
And I hope you're my best friend
About love
Bad taste
We hung together
Bad taste
Forever
Bad taste

The night spins on the ceiling
And it's just you and me alone
Talk to me, speak to me
There's nothing to do until morning
I just want to run away
Run away with me, fly away with me
The night spins on the ceiling
And it's just you and me alone
Talk to me, speak to me
There's nothing to do until morning
I just want to run away
Run away with me, fly away with me