| Red moon is rising like a fire in me
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| So many questions, she asks them all to me
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| I have to answer most curiously
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| Scarlet angel, I am too small to see
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| Earner, shuffle round the big city
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| Burning her rubber down, crossing the hot concrete
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| I’m gonna leave town, there is someone to meet
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| She turns her head around a full three-sixty
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| Red room, rising from an old growth tree
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| They got the saw mill, cut her the twelve-inch beast
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| Building up the pattern, the reservoir to fill your dreams
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| Rings like Saturn telling their old story
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| Windmills turn and turn eternally
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| What do you yearn for? |
| Where do you long to be?
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| I’ve been here before, looking at the wild country
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| Open the screen door, talking with Diane Lee
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| That’s my grandma!
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| Radio singing from the corner of the kitchen
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| I got the oven on, I got the onions wishing
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| They had made me cry, filling the sink with dishes
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| Letting them air dry, waiting for the wind’s permission
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| Too many movies got me shivering and shy
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| Turning the lights out, pissing in the owl’s eye
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| Shimmer like lightning under the violet sky
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| Glimmer like diamonds watching the red moon rise |