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So what, you think this is usual
Strange moon, strange land
Strange man
Hold your hands tightly horses
Hold them, hold them kindly
Man
Low red moon
I'll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
I look up and I see
The raising of an old hope
Brave and tattered
A shinning night
With shinning eyes
That shines around me brightly
So now I say, "This is beautiful"
I think you are
Strange
Low red moon
I'll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
Strange moon, strange land
Strange
Moon you made me cry
When I was young
And I was young
Now I've got strong arms
Strong arms from the spinning God
And I say, "He belongs to me
He belongs to me
He's a human bed of roses"
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