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There's a moon over bourbon street tonight |
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I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight |
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I've no choice but to follow that call |
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The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all |
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I pray everyday to be strong |
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For I know what I do must be wrong |
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Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet |
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While there's a moon over bourbon street |
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It was many years ago that I became what I am |
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I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb |
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Now I can never show my face at noon |
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And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon |
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The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast |
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I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest |
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Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet |
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While there's a moon over bourbon street |
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She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans |
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She's innocent and young from a family of means |
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I have stood many times outside her window at night |
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To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight |
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How could I be this way when I pray to god above |
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I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love |
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Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet |
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While there's a moon over bourbon street |