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(originally by Belly) |
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So what, you think this is usual? |
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Strange moon, strange land, strange man. |
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Hold the hands of tiny horses, |
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Hold them, hold them kindly, man. |
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Low Red Moon, |
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How can you sleep like a baby, |
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Sleep like baby? |
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But you shine so different on another. |
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You shine different on another. |
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I look up, and |
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I see The raising of an old hope, |
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Brave and tattered. |
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A shining knight with shining eyes, |
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He shines around me brightly. |
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So now, I say this is beautiful. |
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I think you are strange. |
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Low red moon, how can you sleep like a baby, |
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Sleep like a baby? |
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But you shine so different on another. |
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You shine different on another. |
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Strange moon, strange land, strange... |
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You made me cry when |
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I was young, |
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And I was young. |
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Now I got strong arms, |
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Strong arms for a girl, |
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And I say, |
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He belongs to me. |
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He belongs to me. |
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He's a human bed of roses. |
