| The wind blew some luck in my direction
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| I caught it in my hands today
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| I finally made a tricky French connection
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| You winked and gave me your o. |
| k
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| I’ll take you on a trip beside the ocean
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| And drop the top at Chesapeake Bay
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| Ain’t nothing like the sky to dose a potion
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| The moon’ll send you on your way
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| Moonlight
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| Feels right
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| Moonlight
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| Feels right
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| We’ll lay back and observe the constellations
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| And watch the moon smilin' bright
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| I’ll play the radio on southern stations
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| Cause southern belles are hell at night
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| You say you came to Baltimore from Ole Miss
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| Class of seven four gold ring
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| The eastern moon looks ready for a wet kiss
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| To make the tide rise again
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| Moonlight
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| Feels right
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| Moonlight
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| Feels right
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| We’ll see the sun come up on Sunday morning
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| And watch it fade the moon away
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| I guess you know I’m giving you a warning
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| Cause me and moon are itching to play
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| I’ll take you on a trip beside the ocean
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| And drop the top at Chesapeake Bay
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| Ain’t nothin' like the sky to dose a potion
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| The moon’ll send you on your way
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| Moonlight
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| Feels right
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| Moonlight
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| Feels right |