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full moon |
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There's
a wind inside my soul, |
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Burnin'
secrets in the cold. |
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My
spirit rages. |
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And
the faces in my field, |
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Only
flesh made out of him. |
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My
body ages. |
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Houses
made of stone and ice. |
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Chimneys
smokey paradise. |
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If
you gotta leave, you gotta leave alone. |
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CHORUS: |
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Oh
Lord, there's a full moon, oh Lord, in my eyes. |
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There's
a full moon; insane vision in disguise. |
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There's
a full moon. |
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Oh
Lord, there's a full moon out tonight. |
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Old
men close their eyes and weep. |
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Young
men pray that they're asleep, |
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Inside
the madness. |
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Young
girls dance between the sparks, |
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And
old women die in parks, |
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From
too much sadness. |
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And
we dig a million holes. |
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And
were goin' down for gold. |
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If
you gotta leave, you gotta leave alone. |
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REPEAT CHORUS |