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There are men, begging to be freeStranded there, against the doorIf all of this is real, then the dream is over,And I, oh my, I am a stranger to youSo what about the moon, it's mine to stealSo what about the moon, it's mine to steal, mine to steal, alright!Red, Red Pony, stand out by my doorRed, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alrightOh let's just sing of the old, the good old daysLet's just bring them backAnd hear them on hi-fi stereosSo what about the moon, it's mine to stealSo what about the moon, it's mine to steal, mine to steal,Alright, boys!Red, Red Pony, stand out by my doorRed, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright From Letras Mania