| Oh you look real good in your blue jeans and a pink sweater.
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| But in a cocktail dress I guess, you’d look even better!
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| I got your photograph, so your memories lined up on the table.
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| But you’re gone with the wind, and I wish I was dead!
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| Just like Clark Gable…
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| The sun goes down for a lonely four.
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| Like darkness in the temple of doom. |
| I need a guarding light.
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| Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
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| Albino moon, where’ve you been tonight, hidin' behind the cloud, albino moon.
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| Albino moon, what’s it all about, hidin' behind the cloud, albino moon.
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| Am I blind or am I right? |
| Or you light into my room,
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| make my baby find her way back home, real soon. |
| Albino moon!
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| With your red lips on my daydream, imagine we’re together.
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| In the backseat of my car, on the shiny white leather.
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| I got your photograph, so your memories line up on the table.
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| But you’re gone with the wind, and I wish I was dead!
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| Just like Clark Gable.
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| The sun goes down for a lonely four.
|
| Like darkness in the temple of doom. |
| I need a guarding light.
|
| Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
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| Albino moon, where' you been tonight, hidin' behind the cloud, albino moon.
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| Albino moon, what’s it all about, hidin' behind the cloud, albino moon.
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| Am I blind or am I right? |
| Or you light into my room,
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| make my baby find her way back home, real soon. |
| Albino moon!
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| Albino moon, albino moon, albino moon,
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| whoho, whoho, whoho, whoho, whoho, whoho… |