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  1. Shooting At The Moon

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Shooting At The Moon

I aimed with my wooden rifle
Missed the target but just a trifle
Or that's the way that it appeared one June
When I was only shooting at the moon

I loved her the day I met her
Pretty thing in a High School sweater
Though that we'd be getting married soon
But I was only shooting at the moon

So I hung my head down in shame
At losing the game
Thought that there was no way to win
But finally then

I stood with the Wall Street Journal
Learned that losing is not eternal
Rags to riches in an afternoon
And I was only shooting at the moon

So I hung my head down in shame
At losing the game
Thought that there was no way to win
But finally then

I stood with the Wall Street Journal
Learned that losing is not eternal
Rags to riches in an afternoon
And I was only shooting at the moon