| The moon is brighter than the sun
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| My shadow is long as night and it follows me
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| As I drive your way
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| The moon hangs from the sky
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| The tree hangs from the branches
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| Water lies flat in the gutter
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| While a rose climbs up the staircase
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| And falls upon the landing
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| Falls upon the landing
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| And as I wonder where you are
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| I’m so lonesome, yeah, I could cry
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| Sometimes I come home at night I’m glad that you are sleeping
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| So I don’t have to pretend that you are thinking of me
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| Or something like that, in the middle of the night
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| She really is breathtaking as she lies there softly sleeping
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| Undisturbed, and I wish my breath, my voice, my touch
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| Could awaken her
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| Yeah, awaken her again
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| I’m under a spell, her name
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| Oh, I spell her name
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| I’m under a spell, her name
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| Oh, yeah, I spell her name
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| There really is no reason for the way that I am feeling
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| It could’ve been the weather
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| Or something less than that
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| I need to shed this old skin for something that’s much lighter
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| Maybe different colors
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| Maybe not so tight
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| Maybe not so tight
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| I’m under a spell, her name
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| Oh, yeah, I know her name
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| Uh huh, I know her name
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| Oh, yeah, I spell her name
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| It singes and it burns like a delicate veil
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| The pressure of her kiss
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| Feels like it’s all over now
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| I never could jump from high enough
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| I never could jump from high enough
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| A third story jump ain’t high enough
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| It’s just a mess on Market Street
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| I’m under a spell, her name
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| Oh, yeah, I spell her name
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| Oh, yeah, I spell her name
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| Uh huh, I spell her name
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| Palo Alto Hotel at Sacramento & Polk
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| The neighbors spend their day
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| Washing their socks and staring out the windows
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| In a Thorazine haze
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| They don’t know what to do with their hands
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| They vaguely remember some plans
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| But that was so long
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| That was so long ago
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| I’m under a spell, her name
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| Oh, yeah, I spell her name
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| Oh, yeah, I know her name
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| Uh huh, I spell her name |