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Brooke Waggoner 4 0 176 0
I caught a glimpse of the moon a glowin' and a gleamin in your eye Yes it shined like the moon in the middle of the river on the palest of nights And a pack of sirens in the field to your left Caught your eyes and you were wise and moved on Yeh their looks all in your face, it was a mangled motley clutter And you uttered things and moved and traveled on Yes you uttered things and moved and traveled on I don't go strong, I don't go strong honey I don't move far, I don't move far honey I don't go strong, I don't go strong honey I don't move far, I don't move far honey And a pack of sirens in the field to your left Caught your eyes and you were wise and moved on Yeh their looks all in your face, it was a mangled motley clutter And you uttered things and moved and traveled on Yes you uttered things and moved and traveled on

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