She says where do you go?
When you get like this?
The dark side of the moon
Not a single flower blooms
It’s where my soul can loom
A type of unchartered doom
She says where do you go?
When you get like this?
Here reason isn’t in season
And the sun it’s not beaming
Nothing you do has meaning
It’s the dark side of the moon
In this place your past is erased
Yea, it’s a bittersweet taste
You can’t see your own face
You can’t plead your case
Her eyes teary she asks why
Why do you go to this place?
Cause here no one cares
The truth doesn’t blind you
No right or wrong, it’s all fair
The air here, it breathes you
This is the dark side of the moon
Where not a single flower blooms
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