| The moon is slowly rising
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| It’s really not surprising
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| After all, she’s there most every night
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| Smiling on the lovers
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| Always shining on the others
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| And bathing in the sun’s reflected light
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| But later on she’s fade away
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| Hidden by the break of day
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| That always comes too soon
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| Poor little thing
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| She’s just a jealous moon
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| She plays above the water
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| Watching sailors, tramps and daughters
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| Live their lives and slowly fade away
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| Night afternight, year after year
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| Once she knows she’ll disappear
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| Into a world she never gets to stay
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| But she would give most anything
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| To open up her heart and sing
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| But no one hears her tune
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| Poor little thing
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| She’s just a jealous moon
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| No one ask her how she got so high
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| Way up there forever in the lonely sky
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| She watches through the seasons
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| Hoping without reason
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| That someday someone will call her home
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| But life goes on without her
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| No one ever ask about her
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| Or lets her know that she’s not alone
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| It breaks her heart that down below
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| Rivers run, flowers grow
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| But she can’t feel them bloom
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| Poor little thing
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| She’s just a jealous moon
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| The nights are getting colder
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| Stars are growing bolder
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| As they paint their final light across the sky
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| But closer to the atmosphere
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| She prays for clouds to disappear
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| So she could say goodnight and say goodbye
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| She never really goes away
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| Just hidden by another day
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| That always comes too soon
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| Poor little thing
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| She’s just a jealous moon
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| Poor little thing
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| She’s just a jealous moon |