BIG BLUE MOON

Some nights come to an end much too soon
So I share my sorrows with the moon
I don’t miss you at all
I don’t miss you at all
I don’t miss you at all
It’s just the wine that makes me tearful
And the big blue moon

My friends try to put me in a taxi
But I sit on the curb and wave them past me
My house is not a home
My house is not a home
My house is not a home
Let’s walk about and find a party
I’ll kiss the big blue moon

I wake up in my make-up filled with the fear
I don’t have a clue how I got back here
I don’t miss you at all
I don’t miss you at all
I don’t miss you at all
Ignore the drunken texts I sent you
I blame the big blue moon

‘Cos baby I’m a lunar-tic
‘Cos baby I’m a lunar-tic
‘Cos baby I’m a lunar-tic...


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