For a drink from a midnight lemonade stand
We gather at this trough serene
Taking us back to the golden years
Of Doris Day or the African Queen
Enchanting scenes of black and white
In a place where time stands still
Over and over we say each line
As we never seem to get our fill
At the midnight hour they live again,
Keeping us from our bed
How easy it is to fall in love
With a person thats long been dead
Then suddenly their faces change,
Informed they have no place to sleep
And after we see the words, The End,
We have to turn them on again
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