| Well it would be a lovely start
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| To plant some pebbles in the garden
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| Hope to grow a planet large
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| That floats around in our backyard
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| And yes, your family still could visit
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| We haven’t left the solar system
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| If they request consent to land
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| We’ll accept if we are wearing pants
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| But most days let’s just float on top
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| And orbit all our favorite spots
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| If we get dizzy, let’s fall off
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| A couple cozy astronauts
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| Well it would be a lovely start
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| To plant some pebbles in the garden
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| If it won’t rain it doesn’t matter
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| We’ll water them with tears of laughter
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| At first there might not be much to it
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| No forest, roads or rivers through it
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| A rocky globe to start us off
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| And on it grow the world we want
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| The neighbors will all think we’re strange
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| As we wave at them from outer space
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| But I had to know just how it felt
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| To grow something bigger than…
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| What I have built alone
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| A home I thought I’d never leave
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| But you and I can shape a world
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| The lakes and towns and everything
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| We’ll put a planet in the sky
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| Grown from pebbles, you and I
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| And if little aliens do invade
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| Attempts at peace will still be made
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| I’ll contact them with gifts but if
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| They reject those I will insist
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| On meeting their attacks with might
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| A big galactic pillow fight
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| And just before they win we’re told
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| They’re allergic to the whimsical
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| So I’ll blast this song and don’t you know
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| The sweetness makes their heads explode
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| And look they’re filled with popcorn so
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| Let’s grab a snack, sit back, and watch the show…
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| I’m not a chemist, no, I am no geologist
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| But you and I can shape a world
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| The lakes and towns and all of it
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| And bit by bit and stone by stone
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| The pebbles take the shape of somethin' else
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| That’s growing bigger than myself |