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Pink Moon (1972) |
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I saw it written and I saw it say |
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Pink moon is on its way |
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And none of you stand so tall |
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Pink moon gonna get ye all |
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And it's, yes it's a pink moon |
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Pink moon |
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Pink, pink, pink, pink |
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Pink, pink moon. |
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Pink, pink, pink, pink |
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Pink, pink moon. |
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I saw it written and I saw it say |
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Pink moon is on its way |
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And none of you stand so tall |
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Pink moon gonna get ye all |
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And it's a pink moon |
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Yes, a pink moon. |
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When I was younger than before |
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I never saw the truth hanging from the door |
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And now I'm older see it face to face |
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And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place. |
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And I was green greener than the hill |
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Where flowers grow and the sun shone still |
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Now I'm darker than the deepest sea |
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Just hand me down, Give me a place to be. |
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And I was strong, strong in the sun |
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I thought I'd see when day was done |
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Now I'm weaker than the palest blue |
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Oh, so weak in this need for you. |
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ROAD |
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You can say the sun is shining if you really want to |
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I can see the moon and it seems so clear |
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You can take the road that takes you to the stars now |
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I can take a road that'll see me through |
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I can take a road that'll see me through. |
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You can take a road that takes you to the stars now |
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I can take a road that'll see me through |
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I can take a road that'll see me through |
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I can take a road that'll see me through. |
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Which will you go for |
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Which will you love |
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Which will you choose from |
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From the stars above |
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Which will you answer |
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Which will you call |
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Which will you take for |
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For your one and all |
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And tell me now |
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Which will you love the best. |
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Which do you dance for, |
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Which makes you shine, |
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Which will you choose now |
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If you won't choose mine |
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Which will you hope for |
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Which can it be |
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Which will you take now |
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If you won't take me |
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And tell now |
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Which will you love the best. |
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Please beware of them that stare |
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They'll only smile to see you while |
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Your time away |
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And once you've seen what they have been |
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To win the earth just won't seem worth |
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Your night or your day |
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Who'll hear what I say. |
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Look around you find the ground |
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Is not so far from where you are |
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But don't too wise |
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For down below they never grow |
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They're always tired and charms are hired |
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From out of their eyes |
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Never surprise. |
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Take your time and you'll be fine |
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And say a prayer for people there |
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Who live on the floor |
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And if you see what's meant to be |
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Don't name the day or try to say |
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It happened before. |
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Don't be shy you learn to fly |
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And see the sun when the day is done |
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If only you see |
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Just what you are beneath a star |
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That came to stay one rainy day |
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In autumn for free |
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Yes, be what you'll be |
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Please beware of them that stare |
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They'll only smile to see you while |
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Your time away |
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And once you've seen what they have been |
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To win the earth just won't seem worth |
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Your night or your day |
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Who'll hear what I say. |
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Open up the broken cup |
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Let goodly sin and sunshine in |
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Yes that's today |
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And open wide the hymns you hide |
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You find reknown while people frown |
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At things that you say |
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But say what you'll say |
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About the farmers and the fun |
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And the things behind the sun |
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And the people round your head |
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Who say everything's been said |
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And the movement in your brain |
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Sends you out into the rain. |
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Know that I love you |
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Know I don't care |
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Know that I see you |
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Know I'm not there. |
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I know you |
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I care too |
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I see through |
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All of the pictures that keep you on the wall |
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All of the people that will come to the ball |
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But hear me calling, won't you give me |
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A free ride |
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But hear me calling, won't you give me |
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A free ride. |
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I know too |
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What you do |
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When you're through |
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Counting the cattle as they go by the door |
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Keeping a carpet that's so thick on the floor |
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But hear me calling, won't you give me |
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A free ride |
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But hear me calling, won't you give me |
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A free ride. |
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I know you |
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I care too |
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I see through |
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All of the pictures that keep you on the wall |
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All of the pictures that keep you on the wall |
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But hear me calling, won't you give me |
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A free ride |
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But hear me calling, won't you give me |
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A free ride. |
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Lifting the mask from a local clown |
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Feeling down like him |
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Seeing the light in a station bar |
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And travelling far in sin |
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Sailing downstairs to the northern line |
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Watching the shine of the shoes |
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And hearing the trials of the people there |
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Who's to care if they lose. |
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And take a look you may see me on the ground |
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For I am the parasite of this town. |
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Dancing a jig in a church with chimes |
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A sign of the times today |
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And hearing no bell from a steeple tall |
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People all in dismay |
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Falling so far on a silver spoon |
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Making the moon for fun |
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And changing a rope for a size too small |
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People all get hung. |
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Take a look and see me coming through |
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For I am the parasite who travels two by two. |
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When lifting the mask from a local clown |
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And feeling down like him |
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And I'm seeing the light in a station bar |
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And travelling far in sin |
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And I'm sailing downstairs to the northern line |
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Watching the shine of the shoes |
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And hearing the trials of the people there |
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Who's to care if they lose. |
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And take a look you may see me in the dirt |
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For I am the parasite who hangs in your skirt. |
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Falling fast and falling free you look to find a friend |
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Falling fast and falling free this could just be the end |
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Falling fast you stoop to touch and kiss the flowers that bend |
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And you're ready now |
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For the harvest breed. |
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A day once dawned, and it was beautiful |
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A day once dawned from the ground |
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Then the night she fell |
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And the air was beautiful |
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The night she fell all around. |
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So look see the days |
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The endless coloured ways |
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And go play the game that you learnt |
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From the morning. |
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And now we rise |
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And we are everywhere |
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And now we rise from the ground |
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And see she flies |
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And she is everywhere |
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See she flies all around |
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So look see the sights |
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The endless summer nights |
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And go play the game that you learnt |
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From the morning. |
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