When the man in the moon,
Gets hung to night,
He'll look over his shoulder at all the stars,
And wish with all your his might.
Look over the high mountain tops,
Acrooss the ocean blue,
Searching for your passion,
So you'll be stuck like glue.
The man in the moon,
Falls down to the ground,
Searching for his true love,
He looks and looks with out a sound.
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