Everybody's got their lights out, their lights out
Driving through the midnight
Guided by the moonlight
And everybody's got a price now, a price now
And I don't wanna know mine
Prostitution of the worst kind
And now that there's nowhere to land
I guess we played right into their hands
And now that there's nowhere to land
I guess we played
Just keep it light like a feather and float around like a careless, formless, drifting cloud (and if they try to pull you down)
Don't rain on the people, don't rain on the people
Don't let them see your doubts
Take back what is ours
We've got to take back what is ours
The way it ought to be
Everybody's got their lights out, their lights out
Driving through the midnight
Guided by the moonlight
And everybody's got a price now, a price now
And I don't wanna know mine
Prostitution of the worst kind
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