high up there above,
won't ya be my partner,
won't ya be my love?
it all comes back to getting through,
holding tears, drinking beers...
to cure the blues i got for you.
tryin to forget love, to like and live,
holding hands, having fun;
but real joy is to give,
and that's hard to do when you like and live.
but they go away too soon;
leaving me in silence to talk with the moon.
old mister moon, high up there above,
won't ya be my partner,
won't ya be my love?
and we'll dance across the sky,
chasing rainbows, you and i,
are we just chasing rainbows,
you and i???
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