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JOE COCKER >> Merchandise Links
JOE COCKER
See her as she flies Golden sails across the skies Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon's a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine And Lord it felt so fine The moon a phantom rose Through the mountains and the pine And then the darkness fell The moon's a harsh mistress It's hard to love her well I fell out of her eyes I fell out of her heart I fell down on my face, yes I did And I tripped and I missed my star And I fell and fell alone The moon's a harsh mistress The sky is made of stone The moon's a harsh mistress She's hard to call your own
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