I've got to fly,
you know I can't stay
I like the night,
and you like the day.
Leaving here soon,
to have some fun
I like the moon,
and you like the sun.
I spend my nights a huntin'
You count the days,
but please don't wait
It'd be better if you were runnin,'
me through with a stake.
You know that I bite,
my fangs are sharp
You like the light,
and I like the dark.
You know that I'm old
I know that you're not
I like the cold,
and you like the hot.
I spend my nights a huntin'
You count the days,
but please don't wait
It'd be better if you were runnin,'
me through with a stake.
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