| So what, you think this is usual?
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| Strange moon, strange land, strange man
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| Hold the hands of tiny horses
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| Hold them, hold them kindly, man
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| Low Red Moon
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| How can you sleep like a baby
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| Sleep like baby?
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| But you shine so different on another
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| You shine different on another
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| I look up, and I see
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| The raising of an old hope
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| Brave and tattered
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| A shining knight with shining eyes
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| He shines around me brightly
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| So now, I say this is beautiful
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| I think you are strange
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| Low red moon, how can you sleep like a baby
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| Sleep like a baby?
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| But you shine so different on another
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| You shine different on another
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| Strange moon, strange land, strange…
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| You made me cry when I was young
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| And I was young
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| Now I got strong arms
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| Strong arms for a girl
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| And I say
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| He belongs to me
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| He belongs to me
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| He’s a human bed of roses |