The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That's not what you want to hear
One is born so one can die
You must wait a real long time
That's more than you can bear
And the days will come and go
And the band will march along
Till the day you cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own
Rolling in on a burning tire
You're going to set my house on fire
Just to show me you were there
Well I was raised up like a snake
You were raised to leave me bait
I always, always take
And the days will come and go
And the band will march along
Till the day you cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That's not what you want to hear
That's not what you want to hear
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