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Man in the Moon
Baby, come home soon
I grow tired of these conversations
with the man in the moon
I can not lie
Mesmerized by his bright beauty
I keep talking to the sky
I pour out my soul
Waiting for his sweet reply
though it were you there to console
As the night comes to fade
Without a single response
I soon realize that I was played
Really he's such a fake
Pretending to soothe and ease the pain
Of my broken heart ache
O how I long for you
the softness of your voice
whispering in my ear, its true
Baby I'll be home soon
but I get there
We'll talk to the same man in the moon
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