(originally by Belly)
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So what, you think this is usual?
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Strange moon, strange land, strange man.
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Hold the hands of tiny horses,
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Hold them, hold them kindly, man.
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Low Red Moon,
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How can you sleep like a baby,
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Sleep like baby?
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But you shine so different on another.
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You shine different on another.
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I look up, and I see
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The raising of an old hope,
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Brave and tattered.
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A shining knight with shining eyes,
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He shines around me brightly.
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So now, I say this is beautiful.
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I think you are strange.
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Low red moon, how can you sleep like a baby,
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Sleep like a baby?
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But you shine so different on another.
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You shine different on another.
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Strange moon, strange land, strange...
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You made me cry when I was young,
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And I was young.
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Now I got strong arms,
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Strong arms for a girl,
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And I say,
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He belongs to me.
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He belongs to me.
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He's a human bed of roses.
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Low Red Moon
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| Corinne Bailey Rae |
