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All Times Through Paradise - The Saints
Red light is on all the good is gone
I'm in a home I'm all alone
All to myself I say we gotta get off this shelf and
The moon it don't shine and the sun it don't call
So we gotta walk down to the city park
To where everybody's calling out for someone
Who might save their little life because
The moon it don't shine and
The sun don't call on the phone
And all the lost children now they think
That they are the ones who'll come walkin' on home
You read a book saw how it looked
Everybody took a little chance
Down to the mainstreet where
We traded in for cheap romance
And the moon it don't shine and
The sun don't call on the phone
And all them lost children now think that
They are the ones who'll come walkin' on home
But they're gone
The moon it don't shine and
The sun don't call on the phone
And all them lost children now they think
That they are the ones who'll come walkin' on home
But they're gone
Yes they are gone
Everybody's gone
Yeah all gone
You were the one who thought
Life was someone d**n had no life
All times through paradise you thought
It'd be quite so nice but
The moon it don't shine and
The sun don't call on the phone
An all them lost children now they think
That they are the ones who'll come walkin' on home
But they crawl to the moon and
The sun he won't crawl to anyone
And the night is a dark sign it
Takes the light from the day
And my eyes they don't see
What the world was for me to be
And we're walking home
I said we're walking home
I said we're walking home
Yeah we're walking home
