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Remember when we met in June, rare like a blue moon
Left me just too soon, sittin' here thinkin' of you
Hate the fact that I'm missin' you, you

of pain and fool
So far away from truth
Down by the gardens fruits
Or by the upstairs view
It was the middle of June
It was so late and blue, blue, blue
I

Guided by the moon
I hope you find your way
From here you go alone
In hell I will remain
Waiting to see you again

I'm surrounded by your echo

The coldest star, lightens by brow once again
Cries from afar, my moon is waning through clouds
Of future and past enemies
Where can I hide, in deathless

Back on my horse
My moon
My Blue moon horse.

Regrets we make on the sake of no one
There are leftovers in my speech
Crumbling my voice
So I feel

When she smiles it's like her heads full of joy
She's got that voice of whiskey and blues
Spins like a wound up toy
Yeah she's beauty...
Censored by

a bitch
If you can't handle a sour fruit
Eluding to whose blues
Tuned in to clues
To makes beats harder
Yet we search to find hoes
That won't leave

after dialing wrong?
I don't rely on the lies and dishonesty inside my thoughts cause they're
Biased unconsciously
Guided by science philosophy I am

Therefore I will wait for him
But everything else lost in the vortex
Day by day was gettin more stressed
Crystals lying on my forehead
You got the blues wit

a fool
That's your cue to get smacked in pool
Sipping on half a blue moon
The bartender's askin who's who
The tab done racked up too soon
Take me back

night all on my own
On the pink moon with a graceful tone

My own existence makes me feel so alone
Until the voices play me all of their tones
My badge is

to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning
All that love had gone,
Your Papa never told you

come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything

could
Lose your voice at the moon
I hope you like your beef and
Veggies with the moisture removed
Dig it, the low rider, lower the gold visor
Nosedive

It's what I call ‘the spirit of the blues'|It's love for life|It's in the tender touch|of a midnight moon|On my guitar lines|While I try to light

Supper's Ready

Genesis

Foxtrot

1972

the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my

Supper's Ready

Genesis

Genesis 1970-1975

2008

the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my

Supper's Ready

Genesis

Nursery Cryme/Foxtrot

1976

the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my

time? 
Niggas on the playground wanna know what's happenin', you left em hangin' man, what the fuck?

Little Boy Blue is outta Folsom
Now them three

How can I entice the people who ain't wise
I need to be guided by somebody 'cause

I try a lot to be myself but I think I cannot be
I lost some people

All alone and lost in the cold, in the darkness
Hidden by the curse, the secrets not confessed

Luminescent hope in my soul reawakened
Guided by

from, or am I running from
Blue lagoon!

The man who is going by the external world;
Society, or perceptions [...]
Thinks he is more valid, and the man

, VOICE,
VOICE OF LOVE

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2人のラストシーン
素直になれないまま
別れてた
雨の FRIDAY
5年ぶりの PLAY BACK
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BLUE MOON BY ELVIS
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the brightness?
Emcees are greatness
Emcees are greatness
Guided by the northern lights
You can see the brightness?
Emcees are greatness
When the voice becoming