Say Anything nights song

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Stumble onto the pavement. They’re still strapped tight to bed.
They’ve got a fetish for sheep and straight jacket sheets
But I’ve got Randy Newman in my head.
This is no corn-fed day. It’s gloomy, blue and cold.
So let the muggings occur. I feel secure.
They say that I’m peculiar but
Oh, I don’t know. I don’t care. I’ll be waiting for you there.
Crave this chill. Bathe in black. All the ghouls and fiends attack.
Knees go weak and I swoon underneath the pallid moon.
Praise the night and praise the night, the only time I feel alright.
Under the Sun God’s stare I wince and blossom hives,
Counting the fractions of day and rotting away
As businessmen just drink away their lives
But when the stars, once shy, come bloom and blanket earth
I feel beloved and blessed, and quite Byron-esque.
I need to just get off my chest that
Oh, I don’t know. I don’t care. I’ll be waiting for you there.
Crave this chill. Bathe in black. All the ghouls and fiends attack.
Eyes erupt, head combusts, and I swoon underneath the pallid moon.
Praise the night and praise the night, the only time I feel alright!

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