| It’s been a pleasure, dear
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| To find your treasure here
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| And scatter it across the sand
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| Heaps of coins and ruby rings
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| And a yellow bird that sings
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| Songs of sorrow to your man
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| Well, stand back from that windowsill
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| I’m not holding you here against your will
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| Well, I’m just trying my best to heal
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| This crazy old wounded moon
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| It’s alright under this moon tonight with you, dear
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| It’s alright under this moon tonight
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| Your mouth is a crimson boat
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| In which my kisses float
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| In silence to the sea
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| Ah well, I love your touch
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| I love it very much
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| Deliriously
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| Your lover just called, he’s on the phone
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| I’m telling him kindly that you’re not alone
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| Your smiling eyes shine like precious stones
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| Falling from the sky
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| It’s alright under these stars tonight with you, baby
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| It’s alright under these stars tonight
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| Let’s get it on
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| And furthermore and in conjunction
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| And in some other time and space
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| Well, all joy will come
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| To you, to me, to everyone
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| Ah, babe, didn’t we have it made?
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| Well, love is sweet, it is agreed
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| As we float in the shadows of the deep
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| And on a bed of seaweed sleep
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| Among the pebbles and the sand
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| It’s alright under this moon tonight with you
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| It’s alright under this moon tonight |