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He thought ooh he could stand
The dying moon drive
Believed he’s got to invent
Escuse for his pride
Too late, he’s got a desire
Very close there’s something to feel
He’s in need of some special fire
The thunder will heal

He thought ooh he could help
To make it all plain
In love he’s falling again
In the heat of midday
His lady, she gives an illusion
That she’ll break circles of lie
When she leaves
He’s finding himself
So lonely and blind

He thought ooh he could stand
The dying moon drive
In vain ooh he had spent
The light of his life
So why praying for more?
No more lilies he’s got to paint
Feeling pain like never before
And never again