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Jenny

 Jenny you don't know the nights I hide

below a second storey room

 to whistle you down

the man who's let to divvy up

time is a miser

he's got a silver coin

 only lets it shine for hours

while you sleep it away

there's one rare and odd style of living

part only known to the everybody Jenny

a comical where's the end parade

 of the sort people here would think unusual

Jenny

tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea

far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon

(same as above)

Jenny

Jenny you don't know the days I've tried

telling backyard tales

so to maybe amue

o your mood is never giddy

if you smile I'm delighted

but you'd rather pout

such a lazy child

you dare fold your arms

tisk and say that I lie

there's one rare and odd style of thinking

part only known to the everybody Jenny

the small step and giant leap takers

got the head start in the race toward it

Jenny

tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea

far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon

that was a sigh

 but not meant to envy you

when your age was mine

some things were sworn true

morning would come

 and calendar pages had

new printed seasons on

 their opposite sides