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Once your vision grew clear |
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You could not hang around |
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Once you'd blown it sky high |
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You did not get the ground |
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But you can swing your perfect body across the sky |
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When you can swing your perfect body across the sky |
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Travel sunrise around through the dark end of day |
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Science circles the stars sitting off of the edge |
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On stars you wish, for stars you fall |
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You fall back to earth |
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Back to her, back to her go |
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Back to her, back to her go |
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Once you drew the guide light part and parcel of God |
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But God and his children fight until they forget why they fought |
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When they can swing their perfect bodies across the sky |
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When they can swing their perfect bodies across the sky |
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Travels sunrise around, round the dark end of day |
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Measure time by your path, by your path as it strays |
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On stars you wish, for stars you fall |
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You fall back to earth |
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Back to her, back to her go |
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Back to her, back to her go |
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Back to her, back to her go |
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Back to her, back to her go |
