Pulled my hat down low, hid a dagger in my cloak,
Took a shovel and a gun, and a length of rope.
By the monster moon I will walk the night
With a hollow heart to scandalize and twist the knife.
I turn, turn from the sun,
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling.
I turn, turn from the sun,
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling.
I read the books they wrote, of my wanton deeds
But I’ll block the page with ink and change my history.
Til my leper soul, long shrunk and stained
Might crack the door and dare to step outside again.
I turn towards the sun
What a feeling, what a feeling.
I turn, turn to the sun,
What a feeling, what a feeling.
It took me 40 years to bear the gaze
Of the old looking glass and not flinch when I saw my face.
Now my greatest fear to be exposed
Has become the thing I find I need the most.
I learned to love the sun,
What a feeling, what a feeling.
So I learned to love the sun,
What a feeling, what a feeling.

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