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She waits for a fable
For the start of a story
That she heard long ago
Too good not to come true

I can't compete, no way. No way.

Because the man
The man in the moon
Is cooler than me
So constant and brightly smiling
Oh the man
The man in the moon
Cuts holes in the night
And leaves me washed out by his light
Oh to be
The man in the moon
Nothing to prove
Swaddled in nonexistence
Oh and I'll be sick of this soon
But she'll remain
In love with the man in the moon

She waits for a fable
For the start of a story
That she heard long ago
Too good not to come true

I can't compete, no way. No way.

Because the man
The man in the moon
Stares down at the hand
The hand she'll hold out forever
And the man
The man in the moon
He waxes and wanes
Through cycles of cold indifference
And it seems
The man in the moon
Is painting her gold
But his light is her reflection
Oh and I will crumble to ruin
As she stands complete
Alone
In love with the man in the moon

Oh, and the man
The man in the moon
Is cooler than me
So constant and brightly smiling
Oh the man
The man in the moon
Cuts holes in the night
And leaves me washed out by his light
Oh to be
The man in the moon
Nothing to prove
Swaddled in nonexistence
Oh and I'll be sick of this soon
But she'll remain
In love with the man in the moon

I wait for a fable
For the start of a story
That I heard long ago
Too good not to come true.