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I've fallen yet again for a captivating con,
sucked back into that sad old siren song.
I fell in love, I fell away, I fell behind, I fell apart.
What can I say? I am not strong.
Now I'm not falling on my sword, I'm just falling on my shins –
sweet moonshine, wash away my sins!

Big strawberry moon, save my soul;
let my body break, but you stay whole.

The city of stairs doesn't want me,
I am a ghost with a bottomless cup.
I'm not stocious, I'm just hurting –
but all I have to do is look up.

Big strawberry moon, save my soul;
let my body break, but you stay whole.
I have no need of paradise, I have no need to roam;
big strawberry moon, take me home.

So throw on your cloak and come down and join me,
witness my struggles firsthand.
I'll stay young and handsome, sleep forever in your light,
I'll give you daughters, give you sons – we'll form a band!
I'm just dressing for the weather, and the forecast is for pain.
The dark listens to the dark, night fosters night – my ripe, rose love keeps me sane.

Big strawberry moon, save my soul;
let my body break, but you stay whole.
I have no need of paradise, I have no need to roam;
big strawberry moon, take me home.

I see you and you see me;
I am bound and broken, you are free.
There's grace on the ground, and grace in the hall.
I see you, you see all.

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