| I find it kind of hard sometimes
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| Being on the opposite end
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| Of the bright side of the moon
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| Oh, the bright side of the moon
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| I’m holding out for something real
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| Something I can touch and feel
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| On the bright side of the moon
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| Looking for the bright side of the moon, yeah
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| Never felt the warmth of the sun
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| No matter how far I’ve run
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| Towards the bright side of the moon
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| Oh, the bright side of the moon
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| All I see are blues and greys
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| In my mind, there’s no escape
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| Towards the bright side of the moon
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| I’m blocked from the bright side of the moon
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| I’m on pins and needles, you ask me how it feels
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| And I say, «Gravity has never weighed this much till today»
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| I’m on pins and needles, you ask me how it feels
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| And I say, «Gravity has never weighed this much till today»
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| I find it kind of hard sometimes
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| Being on the opposite end
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| Of the bright side of the moon
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| Oh, the bright side of the moon
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| I’m holding out for something real
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| Something I can touch and feel
|
| On the bright side of the moon
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| Looking for the bright side of the moon, yeah
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| Looking for the bright side of the moon
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| Looking for the bright side of the moon, yeah |