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SOL
Jenny
LAm
Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
DO
below a second storey room
SOL
to whistle you down
the man who's let to divvy up
time is a miser
LAm
he's got a silver coin
DO
only lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away
SOL RE
there's one rare and odd style of living
LAm SOL RE
part only known to the everybody Jenny
a comical where's the end parade
LAm SOL
of the sort people here would think unusual
RE
Jenny
DO SOL RE
tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
DO SOL RE
far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon
(same as above)
Jenny
Jenny you don't know the days I've tried
telling backyard tales
so to maybe amue
o your mood is never giddy
if you smile I'm delighted
but you'd rather pout
such a lazy child
you dare fold your arms
tisk and say that I lie
there's one rare and odd style of thinking
part only known to the everybody Jenny
the small step and giant leap takers
got the head start in the race toward it
Jenny
tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon
REm
that was a sigh
DO
but not meant to envy you
REm
when your age was mine
some things were sworn true
DO
morning would come
SIb
and calendar pages had
LAm
new printed seasons on
SOL
their opposite sides
Jenny
Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
below a second storey room
to whistle you down
o the man who's let to divvy up
time is a miser
he's got a silver coin
lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away
there's one rare and odd style of living
part only known to the everybody Jenny
out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys
to push their flags into powdered soils and cry
no second placers
no smart looking geese in bonnets
dance with pigs in high button trousers
no milk pail for the farmer's daughter
no merry towns of sweet walled houses
here I've found
Back O' the Moon
not here
I've found
Back O' the Moon
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