There’s a moon over bourbon
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street tonight
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I see faces as they pass
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beneath the pale lamplight
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I’ve no choice but to follow that call
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The bright lights, the people,
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and the moon and all
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I pray everyday to be strong
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For I know what I do must be wrong
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Oh you’ll never see my shade
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or hear the sound of my feet
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While there’s a moon over bourbon street
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It was many years ago that
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I became what I am
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I was trapped in this life like
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an innocent lamb
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Now I can never show
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my face at noon
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And you’ll only see me walking
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by the light of the moon
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The brim of my hat hides
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the eye of a beast
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I’ve the face of a sinner
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but the hands of a priest
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Oh you’ll never see my shade
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or hear the sound of my feet
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While there’s a moon over bourbon street
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He walks everyday through
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the streets of New Orleans
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He’s innocent and young from
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a family of means
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I have stood many times outside
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the window at night
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To struggle with my instinct
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in the pale moon light
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How could I be this way when
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I pray to God above
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I must love what I destroy
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and destroy the thing I love
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Oh you’ll never see my shade
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or hear the sound of my feet
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While there’s a moon over bourbon street
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Moon Over Bourbon Street
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| 윈터플레이 |
