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Forty years and still seems everything's okay |
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Just ask a question that will make it go away |
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You still can't change it with the waving of your hand |
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It comes to mean that everything is surely planned |
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They're sending me a picture of the moon |
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and star-mapped skies for travelers in tune |
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With all that falls beneath us from the sky |
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Be steady light, shine bright behind my eyes |
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Answer the question: |
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Is it straight or in a line? |
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Or still a spiral not aware of such a sign |
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And with the gravity that seems to pull us down |
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There is awareness to align us with the ground |
