I think maybe I knew her in school
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In my memory's faded view
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I remember years ago, her name I barely knew
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Years later I saw her in town
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Knocking on my window talking loud
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She said baby do you need a date
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Or just a little foolin' around
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Way down where the red light's low
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Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow
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Crawlin' where the sun don't show
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'Neath the sad moon
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Walking the streets, all on display
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Standing there and laying in wait
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She looks at me and I look away
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'Neath the sad moon
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I said thanks, no I don't need that
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But as she turned her naked back
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She turned to go, and I just had to stare at her walking away
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Looking out there it might be me
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But for the grace of God oh I can see
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A grain of sand, a strand of hair
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A chromosome or someone's dare
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Way down where the red light's low
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Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow
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Crawlin' where the sun don't show
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'Neath the sad moon
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Walking the streets, all on display
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Standing there and laying in wait
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She looks at me and I look away
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'Neath the sad moon
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Couldn't help but follow her
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Felt so bad but couldn't stop
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Curiosity's got me, worth a damn I know I'm not
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I put her down but want her too
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Ashamed to say I want her a lot
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Guess I'll go and move along
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Let it go, let it drop
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Way down where the red light's low
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Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow
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Crawlin' where the sun don't show
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'Neath the sad moon
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Walking the streets, all on display
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Standing there and laying in wait
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She looks at me and I look away
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'Neath the sad moon
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Sad Moon
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Bruce Hornsby |