You were the sun and I was moon

Then suddenly we were fine with it that way

I saw the two and they were withering

on the vine to be so happy

So happy, behind your face

An invention has taken your place



Sad, lovely, guilty when it's fish or cut line



You were the sun and I was moon

Then suddenly we were fine with it that way

I saw the stars and they were twinkling way

up high to be so happy behind your face

An invention has taken your place



Sad, lovely, guilty when it's fish or cut line






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