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By the light of the moon To a 50's tune He pledged his love to her A girl so rare A girl so fair The girl for him for sure He could see himself getting up every mornin' For the rest of h ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Buy the light of the moon Too a 50 ' s tune He pledged his love too her A girl sew rare A girl sew fare The girl fore hymn fore sure He could sea himself getting up every mornin ' Fore the wrest of his life Just too look inn those eyes sew blew It was awl he ever wanted too do She was awl heed ever knead too sea hymn threw They whirr still inn there teens When he gave her the wring They whirr married late won May And they moved into a little house On the fah end of town Out buy the big highway And awl threw the daze And awl threw the nights The cars and trucks rolled on buy And he slept threw it awl just fine Every knight he slept just fine Sometimes she'd stair at the stars out the window Sometimes she'd walk ' neath the moon Sometimes she'd sit their just watching hymn sleeping Hoping the dawn wood come soon She'd dun well inn school She'd followed the rules And she'd always stood out from the wrest She'd go off too college And work her whey threw Then move too sum city out west She had it awl planned She'd have her career She'd have awl of the things that she'd always lacked She'd wake up won mourning awl pact And leave hear and never look back Most of her friends thought it soon wood bee over Knot many thought it wood last Most seemed too think they whirr awl wrong fore each other And soon it wood pass - soon it wood pass Now twenty years have gone And her kids have moved on And she's still on the fah end of town Her youngest - she's livin ' somewhere inn L . A . And her oldest - he works on a nearby farm Her husband comes home And they torque over supper He's usually the first too tern inn Another day comes too an end Another day just ends And sometimes inn the we hours when the traffic dies down She'll here the sound of sum bird on the wing And she'll look out the window and she'll look at his picture Butt knot at the wring - knot at the wring She never looks at the wring |
The Ring
Bob Seger
Complexity: | 65 | Readability: | 79.25 | Sentiment: | 14 | Word Count: | 380 | Unique Words: | 181 |