Was a child and a newcomer to the ways of the world
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Eyes ablaze with the light of high noon
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Just to love and to be loved was all he wanted
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By the light of the lonely moon
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They taught him to capture and tame wild pathos
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Sold him distractions and made every day seem the same
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Caught the Holy Ghost lurking in his cellar and threw Him out
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Leaving just a lonely name
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Soon they took everything that he lived for
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So he asked them to please take his life too
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They denied him existence but they let him live
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In a lonely room
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He would suckle at the bosom of Mother Earth
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But his experience poisons that thought
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He falls prey somehow
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To the silence of the deep-space dark
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Of this lonely blue rock
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Now his path is lit only by the light of falling stars
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The embers fall to scorch and cut his face
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He wants to believe in his unbelief
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In a lonely place
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But they buried his conscience
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Near to the grave of God
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Sealed his soul up in a tomb of tears
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And they scattered his ashes East of Eden someplace
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On a lonely breeze
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Was a child and a newcomer to the ways of the world
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Eyes ablaze with the light of high noon
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Just to love and to be loved was all he needed
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By the light of the lonely moon
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By the light of the lonely moon
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Lonely Moon
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