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Standard (EADGBE)
Streets full of people, all alone,
Rows full of houses, never home,
Church full of singing, out of tune,
Everyone's gone to the moon.
Eyes full of sorrow, never wet,
Hands full of money, all in debt,
Sun dis-ap-pears in the middle of June,
Everyone's gone to the moon.
Chorus
Long time ago, life had begun,
Everyone went to the sun.
Hearts full of motors, painted green,
Mouths full of chocolate..covered cream,
Hands that can only lift a spoon,
Everyone's gone to the moon.
Everyone's gone to the moon.
Everyone's gone to the moon.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.