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He doesn't have a friend just some occupations |
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Staring at the sky or at computer screens |
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It gets you in the neck, all this looking skywards |
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But every marty knows that you suffer in belief |
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But if only you could see that things that he has seen! |
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'cos he knows that he can tell you just what all this means |
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He knows, it's true that they're our there |
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He knows, it's true that they're our there |
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And there's very little faith left on this world |
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There's so much in the sky, it must be hiding something |
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He thinks that he's prepared and he's counting down the days |
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And if only you could see the things that he has seen! |
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'cos he's sure that he could tell you just what all this means |
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It's so easy when we sneer |
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And mock the faith that he holds dear |
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But just like us he's chasing dreams |
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If you look hard enough then you'll see it clearly |
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There's something that we need always coming from the sky |
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And there's very little faith left on this world |
