The moon must know it's Friday, he's been drinking all night
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Crooning and swooning,
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he says come dance in the half-light
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So you whirl out a step, choreographed by wine
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And you dance with the moon, the stars, and the stop sign
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(chorus)
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In my mind, I see a lifetime of tonights
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But I'll keep that thought sealed tight
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Live for the moment that is tonight
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There's no rain in the gutters, the moon's fully bright
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Let it shine all it's power,
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I may not get another Friday night...
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You whirl and a child-like wisdom glows on your face
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The moon you have embraced You left him spell-bound, staggered, in his starry, starry place
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Round, round, round, he's spinning round you, round you
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Dancing, twirling, in a wild lunar chase
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Though the moon's all but eclipsed tonight
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By curtains and candlelight He's tapping at me through the window pane
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In his top hat and cane...
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Friday Night
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| Ellis Paul |
