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Up all night, driven from the light
With all the vampires out on the prowl
In the night blooms under a glaring moon
That you think yearns for your every evening howl

Hey child, all high and wild
Why don't you call me when you get tired

Friendly thieves, they consummate their greed
With a smile you hold for real
And you're so charmed, cleverly disarmed
While they look around your room for things to steal

Hey child, all high and wild
Why don't you call me when you get tired
Hey child, give it a while
And you can call me when you get tired

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