| I talk to the man in the moon
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| I said, «Sir, is she coming back soon?»
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| He smiled and he stated
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| «Son, I’m over-rated
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| I’ve had to much credit in those old love tunes
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| I don’t know a thing about love
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| I just kind of hang here above
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| I just watch from the sky
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| Will love grow or will it die?
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| I don’t know a thing about love.»
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| Then I asked him «Where is she tonight?
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| You must see all things with your light.»
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| He said, «Son, I could tell you things that might kill you
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| But I don’t get involved in what’s wrong or right
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| I don’t know a thing about love
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| I just kind of hang here above
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| I just watch from the sky
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| Will love grow or will it die?
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| I don’t know a thing about love.»
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| He said, «I can move oceans when I take the notion
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| Or make mountains tremble and rivers run dry
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| But in all matters human, remember there’s someone
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| In charge of those things way above you and I
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| I don’t know a thing about love
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| I just kind of hang here above
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| I just watch from the sky
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| Will love grow or will it die?
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| I don’t know a thing about love
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| I don’t know a thing about love.» |