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The wind blew some luck in my direction |
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I caught it in my hands today |
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I finally made a tricky French connection |
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You winked and gave me your okay |
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I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean |
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And drop the top at Chesapeake Bay |
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Ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion |
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The moon'll send you on your way |
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Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right |
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We'll lay back and observe the constellations |
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And watch the moon smiling bright |
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I'll play the radio on southern stations |
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'Cause southern belles are hell at night |
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You say you came to Baltimore from Ole Miss |
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A class of '74 gold ring |
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The eastern moon looks ready for a wet kiss |
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To make the tide rise again |
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Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right |
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We'll see the sun come up on Sunday morning |
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And watch it fade the moon away |
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I guess you know I'm giving you a warning |
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'Cause me and moon are itching to play |
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I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean |
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And drop the top at Chesapeake Bay |
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Ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion |
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The moon'll send you on your way |
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Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right |
