| Under the raging sun’s open fire, fire, fire
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| Ain’t nothin' new, ain’t nothin' new
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| We all have desires
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| I want you to be my woman, babe
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| Every time you get dressed in black
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| You give a grown man a heart attack
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| I pray that good Lord will bring you back
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| You’re my sunshine
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| Shoot me down and break my heart
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| It’s the black moon rising
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| You brave the sight, I paint the picture
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| And you want to do it
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| 'Cause all she wants to do is cruise to the black moon rising
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| Right on, right on, baby, yeah
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| Cruise
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| What’s going on?
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| Same ol' thing, just a different season
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| One hundred years and the only time she gets dressed in black
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| Taking flight, baby, count you down
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| On your way off without a sound
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| Black moon rising above the clouds
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| You’re my sunshine
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| Shoot me down and break my heart
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| It’s the black moon rising
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| You brave the sight, I paint the picture
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| Of the black moon rising
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| And all she wants to do is cruise
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| Right on, right on baby
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| I ain’t got nothing to do now
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| With the black moon rising cruise
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| Shoot me down and break my heart
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| It’s the black moon rising
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| You brave the sight, I paint the picture
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| Of the black moon rising
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| And all she wants to do is cruise
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| Right on, right on baby
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| Right on, right on baby |