could use the rest Me and you Living under a paper moon 'Cause real life just isn't right Let's fabricate Me and you Living under a paper moon This
could use the rest... Me and you, living under a paper moon 'Cause real life just isn't right Let's fabricate Me and you, living under a paper moon This
I've wasted every hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream
together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons. I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good
Brown paper sack, wintergreen pack A full tank of gas from a mini mart Cruisin' slow with Curtis low speakers 'Bout to blow, let the party start Take
hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream of fly shit Hanglide
, I'm on the corner with the thugs Late night under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough
by the talents of a ancient crane A angel cries In lies in a man?s eyes Smoking together Creating tides united as one Under the black hole sun Three
one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used