Lo Boob Oscillator

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The moon is free, I believe,
Shining up above,
Shining over the rooftops.
The moon is free,
Much freer than you think,
It wavers here and there,
The parts we can't see,
It's okay, it'll come back
And when it's submerged
In the cold darkness,
It looks like it's drowning,
But quickly finds its footing,
With its unstable appearances
It makes some doubt
Much more faithful than you think,
The moon is free.

Receptive and absorbing
Of the light it reflects,
It shines above the rooftops
And wavers here and there.
Changing, fascinating,
Sometimes even dazzling.
That's how we see it
Perfect disk, shining disk
Doesn't it remind you of the host/the style?
Of those who look up
Hoping to rise a bit.
Transitory, unique, symbolic
Of some imaginary visions,
It impresses more than one
Who get scared and go crazy.

It's above all that,
It's above all that,
It's free from all that,
It's above all that,
It's free from all that,
It's above all that,

The moon is free, I believe,
Shining up above,
Shining over the rooftops.
The moon is free,
Much freer than you think,
It wavers here and there,
The parts we can't see,
It's okay, it'll come back.

Perfect disk, shining disk
Doesn't it remind you of the host/the style?
Of those who look up
Hoping to escape a bit.
Transitory, unique, symbolic
Of some imaginary visions,
It impresses more than one
Who get scared and go crazy.

It's free from all that.
It's free from all that.