| Moon is rising-
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| Hi, I’m doing well
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| Ain’t this quite the lie?
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| Now we’re in Hell!
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| Moon is on the move
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| Is with the times
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| Moon will not forget-
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| Is not a lie
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| And you say 'Goodnight Moon'
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| It’s looking out for me!
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| But I say goddamned Moon!
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| You’re a goddamned thief!
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| Looking up at the Moon!
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| Well I wanna say I’m a reasonable guy
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| But don’t cross me, Moon!
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| I wanna say I’m a lunar dude
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| But don’t test me
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| I’m all about the sun!
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| Looking up at the Moon
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| Sometimes I want to proclaim
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| Life is over too soon
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| And everything is the same
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| The Moon up in space
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| The tides below
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| (And you’ll never be home!)
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| And you think «This will pass!
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| This is life
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| And I am the master!»
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| Well I got news for you:
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| You’re a goddamned fool!
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| Every time that you speak
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| I feel a burning irritation
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| In my bowels!
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| So don’t talk to me!
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| I wanna say you’re an alright dude
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| But don’t test me
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| I’m not about to lie!
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| Looking up at the Moon
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| Sometimes I want to proclaim
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| Life is over too soon
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| And everything is the same
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| The Moon up in space
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| The tides below
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| (And you’ll never be home!)
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| Thinking back to the days
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| When I used to trust the Moon…
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| It all seemed so alive!
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| But then reality exploded
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| And I lost my mind!
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| Now that the Moon
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| Is in my past!
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| I realize most things
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| Will never last
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| Now that the Moon
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| Is cached and banged out
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| I realize it’s a cosmic hyper-drought!
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| You think that you understand
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| The Moon will not believe
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| You’re gone so soon
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| I’ll curse the Moon
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| (We all know about the Moon.)
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| Looking up at the Moon
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| Sometimes I want to proclaim
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| Life is over too soon
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| And everything is the same
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| The Moon up in space
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| The tides below
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| (And you’ll never be home!)
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| Looking up at the Moon
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| Sometimes I want to proclaim
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| Life is over too soon
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| And everything is the same
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| The Moon up in space
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| The tides below
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| (And you’ll never be home!)
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| Now I’m sitting alone
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| In a hotel room
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| With a bottle of scotch
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| And a cheap prostitute!
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| Well I’m thinking about
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| My life so far
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| And everything I’ll never be!
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| When I see the Moon on high
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| And he’s smiling at the night
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| Well I think to myself
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| Thanks for nothing, Moon!
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| Viewing the Moon
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| As a cosmic inanimate object
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| I’m forced to say
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| Fuck you! |