| Bonnie gone to the moon
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| Bonnie gone to the far side of the moon
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| I had best protect her from the cold
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| The curtain’s been lifted, our senses are slow
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| Sure, people will spit
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| But it don’t hurt so much when you
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| You’ve done a line or two
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| I’ll be the first to tell you that we really had it all
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| Now we’re slippin' but we don’t fall
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| There must be someone we could call
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| We’re pulling faces at the sun with that moon on the run
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| Well I’m thankful you took me from the city and out to the sea
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| My hands in my pockets, your hands on the wheel
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| You speed like a rocket, foot flat on the steel
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| Sure I’d try and steal your heart away
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| If I wasn’t bound to let it go
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| In a few moments or so
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| You got a lot of balls to drive a car in that state your in
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| Sure makes me wonder where you been
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| Up until now, where have you been?
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| You should come see us some time
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| You’re just so good to be around
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| Cool water chilled me through
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| Surely you must have seen that too
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| I went in to impress you
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| I’m sure that you knew
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| My shoulders are shaking, my knuckles are blue
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| And all along the cove, the seabirds flap their wings and fly
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| And it’s now I could try and catch your eye
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| Oh I let your blank eyes wander
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| Oh I am cold and I wanna go home
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| Home passed the frozen trees
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| And the black-marketeers
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| The vanity and the speed
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| The powder and the weed
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| Home from the water and the breeze to our positions and our needs |