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Everything changes |
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Everything changes |
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I made a mistake |
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I started dreaming about life in space |
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With my good friends James Webb and Hubble |
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I'd fly higher and farther than all the others |
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and because we were so far |
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from the ground below we'd look like stars |
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and with my xenon ion propulsion |
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I could finally escape my small town in Wisconsin |
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They say dare to dream |
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that creating worlds won't hurt anything |
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but I've been sleeping for many years |
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eyes closed, headphones on my ears |
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Meanwhile shuttles have gone |
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none of which I've been on |
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it's not that I think I can't fly |
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but I need to wake up before I can try |
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Everything |
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Changes |
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Everything |
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Changes |
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Everything in life must shift |
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even the masses of land we sleep on drift |
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so does it make sense to change your dream |
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and if you let all that go, then what does it mean |
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It seems like missions launch every day |
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some commandeered by good friends and while they |
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have worked hard to learn to pilot these planes |
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it forces me to consider a painful change |
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Everything Changes |
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Everything Changes |
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Everything Changes |
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Everything Changes |
