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SILVER MOON LADDERS
When all the chip shops have closed
When all the drunks have gone home
When they’re done cleaning the road
That’s when we get in our boat
Drift through the silence of night
Far from the harbour’s sight
And with a mystical air
We know what we’re searching for
For silver moon ladders
Ladders
Moon ladders
They sparkle moon ladders
Ladders
Moon ladders
Next day at the jobs we do
No one else has a sense or a clue
We climbed to the moon last night
Sat and looked back at the earth’s blue light
Such a beautiful sight
From silver moon ladders
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