With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun
Your shimmy shook my bones Leaving me stranded all in love on my own Do you think of me? Where am I now, baby, where do I sleep? It feels so good but I am old Two hundred years of chasing taking its toll And it's coming closer And it's coming closer And it's coming closer And it's coming closer
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