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Sitting on a corner all alone, |
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Staring from the bottom of his soul. |
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Watching the night come in from the window. |
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It'll all collapse tonight, the full moon is here again, |
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In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding, |
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It has no name, there's one for every season, |
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Makes him insane to know. |
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Running away from it all, |
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I'll be safe in the cornfields, he thinks, hunted by his own |
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Again he feels the moon rising on the sky |
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Find a barn to sleep in, but can he hide anymore |
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Someone's at the door, understanding, too demanding |
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Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending |
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Makes him insane again |
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She should not lock the open door |
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Full moon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore |
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She sees the change in him, but can't |
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See what became out of her man. |
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Swimming across the bay, |
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The night is gray, so calm today. |
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She doesn't want to wait. |
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We've got to make the love complete tonight |
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In the mist of the morning he can't fight anymore |
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Thousands moon or more, he's been howling |
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Knock on the door, and scream that is soon ending |
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Mess on the floor again... |
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We should not lock the open door |
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Full moon is on the sky and he's not man anymore |
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We see the change in him but can't |
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See what became out of her darling man |
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See what became out of that man |
