When God created darkness
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He created us a moon
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Let them see how lonely we are
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The moon is high up there
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that we cannot touch
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And there are some who are still trying
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Flying children, purple blue balls
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And the light that accompanies him falls
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It's the moonlight
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It's just the moonlight
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The children disappear
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Pages in newspapers
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And the light that accompanies him falls
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It's the moonlight
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It's just the moonlight
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When God created darkness
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He created us a moon
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Let them see how we are afraid
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The moon is high up there
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that we cannot touch
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And there are some who are still trying
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The children are flying, blue purple balls
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And the light that accompanies him falls
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It's the moonlight
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It's just the moonlight
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What is? |
(What is it?) What is it? |
(What is?)
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What is dazzling from the baggage?
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Who brought the moon down on a platter?
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now the stars around me like an entourage
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No, it doesn't clog a cesspool, it just grows a trellis.
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So I thought I was already lost
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When they ignored me like I had a restraining order
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But even today when my songs have not found a vaccine
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I need more love like a couple without zoom
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Rice never stops
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The light never fades
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The hi never holds
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From the age of one or two
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Clap junkies
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That's how we got to heaven or prime time
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Some have even been there twice
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All the children jump and dance
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All balls are purple blue
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And the generations roll on, praying for love
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Okay, from experience to the next pleasure...
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Ah ah ah
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The children are in crisis
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The parents are blue and purple
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And the light that accompanies him screams
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It's just the moonlight
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Moonlight...
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The man does not fall
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Because it has moonlight
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The man is not happy
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Because it has moonlight
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Moonlight
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the moon
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It's just the moonlight |