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See her as she flies |
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Golden sails across the skies |
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Close enough to touch |
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But careful if you try |
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Though she looks as warm as gold |
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The moon's a harsh mistress |
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The moon can be so cold |
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Once the sun did shine |
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And Lord it felt so fine |
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The moon, the phantom roads |
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Through the mountains and the pines |
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And then the darkness fell |
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And the moon's a harsh mistress |
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It's hard to love her well |
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I fell out of her eyes |
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And I fell out of her heart |
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I fell down on my face |
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Yes I did |
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And I tripped and I missed my star |
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Then I fell and fell alone |
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And the moon's a harsh mistress |
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And the sky's made of stone |
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The moon's a harsh mistress |
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She's hard to call your own |
