| My accordion is shining
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| In the light of the moon from the sky
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| And I sit here alone and drinking
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| With the windows and doors open wide
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| My hand got tired an hour ago
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| And the words on each sheet turned blank white
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| There’s no room in this house for your company, dear
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| Tomorrow you can come inside
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| The preacher’s turned to dictation
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| 'Cause the lord has got letters to send
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| There’s nothing for me to believe in
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| I’ve just gotta try to pretend
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| And the rain is falling slowly
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| Like faltering drums outside
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| And the weathermen are confused
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| 'Cause they can never read the sky
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| Someday we may even be friends again
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| And I hope just that thought is enough
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| You’re a weathered old prince and the state I’m in
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| Won’t hurt our one night together that much
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| Moonshine, you’re a lampshade
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| For the drunken old bats and their evening
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| Shine on, you’ll forgive me
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| For missing your last requiem
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| Missing your last requiem
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| I’m all alone this evening
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| I’m alone almost every day
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| It’s these sad-sack times that I miss them all
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| If they were here I’d wish them away
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| If they’d send me a vase of flowers
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| Or better yet those aborted hours
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| Drunken hours of endless time left to die
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| In everyone’s memory but mine
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| Moonshine, you’re a lampshade
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| For the drunken old bats and their evening
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| Shine on, you’ll forgive me
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| For missing your last requiem |