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There’s a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I’ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I’ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
She’s innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
How could I be this way when I pray to god above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I’ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I’ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
She’s innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
How could I be this way when I pray to god above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
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[ti:Moon Over Bourbon Street] [ar:Sting] [00:15.20]There’s a moon over bourbon street tonight [00:21.53]I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight [00:30.46]I’ve no choice but to follow that call [00:35.72]The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all [00:45.32]I pray everyday to be strong [00:52.40]For I know what I do must be wrong [01:00.69]Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [01:08.09]While there’s a moon over bourbon street [01:28.00]It was many years ago that I became what I am [01:35.08]I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb [01:42.49]Now I can never show my face at noon [01:49.07]And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon [01:58.30]The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast [02:05.32]I’ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest [02:11.98]Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [02:20.20]While there’s a moon over bourbon street [02:28.76]She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans [03:09.93]She’s innocent and young from a family of means [03:17.34]I have stood many times outside her window at night [03:24.12]To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight [03:33.48]How could I be this way when I pray to god above [03:40.23]I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love [03:47.70]Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [03:55.35]While there’s a moon over bourbon street
