Chroma Key & Kevin Moore
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Come on along, in your white robe, come on to bed
Take off your head, you were right there, come on to bed
The moon was so heavy you could put your mind to it
No one looked up and that's how you do it
No one can tell you that those were the days
That's what I see when I pray