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BACK O' THE MOON by the 10,000 maniacs
GJenny Jenny Amyou don't know the nights I hide Cbelow a second storey room to whistle you dGown
the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser
Amhe's got a silver coin only lets it shine for hCours while you sleep it away
Gthere's one rDare and odd style of living Ampart only known tGo the everybody JDenny a comical where's the end parade of the sorAmt people heGre would think unusual
DJenny Ctonight upon tGhe mock brine of a DLuna Sea Cfar off we sailG on to Back O' The MDoon
(same as above) Jenny Jenny you don't know the days I've tried telling backyard tales so to maybe amue o your mood is never giddy if you smile I'm delighted but you'd rather pout such a lazy child you dare fold your arms tisk and say that I lie there's one rare and odd style of thinking part only known to the everybody Jenny the small step and giant leap takers got the head start in the race toward it Jenny tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon
Dmthat was a sigh but not meant to enCvy you Dmwhen your age was mine some things were sworn true Cmorning would come and calBbendar pages had Amnew printed seasons on their opposite sidGes