woman in the moon.

somehow i plan to turn this into a song.

aaj tuk to main
uss ki nazzer mein thha

i saw a woman in the moon.
she was singing my tune.
my jealous hand could feel no touch
i think i miss her very much.

that mellow sort of depression.
it's not enough that you're the sun
your shallow heart won't follow through
it's time to look for something new.

aaj tuk to main
uss ki nazzer mein thha.

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