Everybody has many faces
Everybody has a different style
So forgive me if I don't recognize
the one you're wearing now
You know my head is like a jungle
My heart's flying like a train
If you stick to simple civilized time
It's no wonder that you feel
confusion in my brain
See the moon is stone
Yeah, the moon is stone
Everybody loves a dreamer
A schemer, football players, ballerinas
What I am is what you see me to be
Oh baby, my head feels like a jungle
I don't know how I can explain
in these slick and civilized times
The world's too strange
And got no one to blame
The moon is stone
The moon is stone
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