| Woody walked out of the cotton field
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| In his head he had words that his lips concealed
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| An old airstrip where the weeds are growin'
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| A burned out bomber with the cockpit glowin'
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| With the key from a room to the Skyview Motel
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| He scratched words in the wing as a falling star fell
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| The moon sees you, the moon sees me
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| The moon sees who I want to see
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| I’ll see you soon
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| Down in the light of the melon moon
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| Down in the light of the melon moon
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| On the other side of town 'n another side of life
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| Stella holds her breath and stares at the knife
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| She looks to the sky at the flash of a star
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| And just sees a man and a plane and a war
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| From a drawer by the bed she opens a book
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| To a sketch on a napkin that’s torn half in two
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| The moon sees you, the moon sees me
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| The moon sees who I want to see
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| I’ll see you soon
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| Down in the light of the melon moon
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| Down in the light of the melon moon
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| She doesn’t feel lucky, she doesn’t feel lost
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| She just feels like leavin', what ever the cost
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| Past the Skyview Motel with a man on her mind |
| Half her life in the headlights the other half behind
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| She passed a military truck by a cemetery wall
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| I guess good luck is better than no luck at all
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| The moon sees you, the moon sees me
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| The moon sees who I want to see
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| I’ll see you soon
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| Down in the light of the melon moon
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| Down in the light of the melon moon |