The crescent moon sits waxing in the clear, blue sky tonight
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Joanna sits relaxing down by the riverside
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The cigarette she's smoking, a symbol of her sin
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The words they still ain't spoken just a' hanging in the wind
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The soul is blackened by desire unprotected
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The soul is weakened by love that goes neglected
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The soul is drowning in a sea of sweet perfume and
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Oh, lest we forget, the soul is human
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Oh, lest we forget, the soul is human
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What tangled webs we weave from idle speculation
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A long, lost friend perceived the depth of her frustration
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Beer bottle sweating, she sits peeling off the label
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She'll start regretting this as soon as she is able
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The soul is blackened...
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Oh it's been so long
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Since she felt this way
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Yeah it's been so long
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Since she felt anything
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"Just one more minute." She whispers in the moonlight
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She's so deep in it, she cannot hold him too tight
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The wheels are turning, she can feel them in the distance
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With such sad yearning, hard to put up much resistance
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The soul is blackened...
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The Soul Is Human
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| The Gathering Field |
