| It seems as though I’ve lived my life
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| On the bad side of the moon
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| To stir your dregs in sickness still
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| Without the rustic spoon
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| Common people live with me
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| Where the light has never shone
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| And the hermits flock like hummingbirds
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| To speak in a foreign tongue
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| I’m a light world away
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| From the people who make me stay
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| Sitting on the bad side of the moon
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| There ain’t no need for watchdogs here
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| To justify our ways
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| We live our life in manacles
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| The main cause of our stay
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| Exiled here from other worlds
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| My sentence comes too soon
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| Why should I be made to pay
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| On the bad side of the moon |