| Saturday night, I was making my way
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| I was making my way back home
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| Walking on the broken bottles
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| Swinging from the street lights, swinging home
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| Walking along with spring in my bended knee
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| Walking on a leather sidewalk
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| Feeling like a cowboy riding on
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| And the moon
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| And the moon
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| And the moon
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| And the moon is smiling down
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| A tip of the hat and a square of the chin
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| To the corner milky whites
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| Waiting on a city street light
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| Grazing on the asphalt, hanging out
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| A burning machine like a red hot iron wagon wheel
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| A wild horse in the city traffic
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| Screaming out, «Car crash» in my ear
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| And the moon
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| And the moon
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| And the moon
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| And the moon is smiling down
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| Broken glass from the tin can candy
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| The tin can candy red
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| Blue smoke and a cold sweat shower
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| Screaming out, «Silence» in the crowd
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| Nobody moves because nobody, nobody can
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| Stand back on the city corner
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| Everybody’s wondering if their dead
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| A hollering whoop from a redhead ambulance
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| Take off like a magic carpet
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| Rub the red lantern and make a wish
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| And the moon
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| And the moon
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| And the moon
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| And the moon is smiling down |