aint no whiskey in the glass
aint no man in the moon
laughing gas
don't laugh
and weeping willows
don't really cry
foxes live i holes
but rabbits would prefer to run
the grass won't grow
and the flower won't bloom
and there aint no man in the moon
you cannot stop
the tears from flowing
and you cannot begin
what has already begun
foxes live in holes
but rabbits prefer to run
the grass won't grow
and the flowers won't bloom
and there aint no
man in the moon!
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