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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