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Oh broken moon, the spirits willing |
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The fleshes weak, three simple words |
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You can cry if you have to, cry yourself to sleep |
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When it gets to deep, you can cry baby, you can cry |
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Ooh, when the soul gets weary and the colors fade to blue |
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And it strange somehow, you can see more clearly |
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By the light of a broken moon, ooh, the light of the broken moon |
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Oh wicked dreams, fear is winning |
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And it's hunting me with three simple words |
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But when the love is all you look for |
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And beauty all you see, they can let you down |
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And make you cry babe, make you cry |
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Ooh, when the soul gets weary and the colors fade to blue |
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And it strange somehow, you can see more clearly |
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By the light of a broken moon |
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Ooh, when the soul gets weary and the colors fade to blue |
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And it strange somehow, you can see more clearly |
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By the light of a broken moon, ooh, the light of the broken moon |
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Oh perfect world, love will find me |
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It will bring me, it will bring me, peace |
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With three simple words |
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Ooh, when the soul gets weary and the colors fade to blue |
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And it strange somehow, you can see more clearly |
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By the light of a broken moon |
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Ooh when the soul gets weary and the colors fade to blue |
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And it strange somehow, you can see more clearly |
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By the light of a broken moon, ooh, the light of the broken moon |
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Hym, hym, hym |