| Heard you say «They didn’t put a man on the moon
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| We just needed someone to prove all this floating’s worth doing»
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| Then why did you say that you miss a simpler time
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| Well so do I and I find myself pining for you
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| And these days can a question be asked
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| When the hero comes in last, who is winning?
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| Well I am tired of feeling confused
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| And lest my words be misconstrued
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| I can’t separate what’s real
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| But I know that I believe in you
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| There you go out on the pavement walking alone
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| They could name a star after you and you’d still be complaining
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| And now it’s clear
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| Now that you know why I wanted you here
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| There’s a southern constellation that shines with your name on it
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| And I won’t fly until the day that I die
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| But we can’t keep out dreams in jars
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| So I’ll keep yours close to mine
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| Well I am tired of feeling confused
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| And lest my words be misconstrued
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| I can’t separate what’s real
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| But I know that I believe in you
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| Well I am tired of feeling confused
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| And lest my words be misconstrued
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| I can’t separate what’s real
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| But I know that I believe in you
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| Darling, I believe in you |