von Sting

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                There's a 
                
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                 moon over 
                
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                bourbon street to-
                
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                night
                
                I see 
                
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                faces as they 
                
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                pass beneath the 
                
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                pale lamplight
                
                I've no 
                
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                choice but to 
                
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                follow that 
                
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                call
                
                The 
                
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                bright lights the 
                
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                people and the 
                
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                moon and 
                
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                all
                
                I 
                
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                 pray every-
                
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                day to be 
                
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                strong
                
                For I 
                
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                 know what I 
                
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                do must be 
                
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                wrong
                
                Oh you'll 
                
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                never see my 
                
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                shade or hear the 
                
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                sound of my feet
                
                While there's a 
                
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                moon over 
                
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                bourbon 
                
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                street

-- Verse
            
                It was many years ago that I became what I am
                
                I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
                
                Now I can never show my face at noon
                
                And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
                
                The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
                
                I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
                
                Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
                
                While there's a moon over bourbon street

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                She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
                
                She's innocent and young from a family of means
                
                I have stood many times outside her window at night
                
                To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
                
                How could I be this way when I pray to god above
                
                I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
                
                Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
                
                While there's a moon over bourbon street