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It seems as though I've lived my life |
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On the bad side of the moon |
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To stir your dregs in sickness still |
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Without the rustic spoon |
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Common people live with me |
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Where the light has never shone |
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And the hermits flock like hummingbirds |
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To speak in a foreign tongue |
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I'm a light world away |
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From the people who make me stay |
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Sitting on the bad side of the moon |
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There ain't no need for watchdogs here |
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To justify our ways |
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We live our life in manacles |
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The main cause of our stay |
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Exiled here from other worlds |
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My sentence comes too soon |
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Why should I be made to pay |
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On the bad side of the moon |
