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The candy planets cannot close your eyes |
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They cannot hold you, rhinestone lullabies |
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That cradle and croon babes in their beds |
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They cannot hush the hornets in your head |
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Moonchild, moonchild |
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Like Billy Pilgrim unstuck in time |
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Fiddle in your hand, climbing down the vine |
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What cannot be owned must be condemned |
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They think you've got something belonging to them |
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Moonchild, high on high |
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Moonchild, born to make your mother cry |
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Moonchild, howling all night to the moonchild |
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The sky is falling, have you had enough? |
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Leave your bones to the dogs of love |
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Take your place with the clowns and the saints |
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Biting on the bridle beneath the greasepaint |
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Moonchild, high on high |
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Moonchild, born to make your mother cry |
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Moonchild, howling all night to the moonchild... |
