| It’s lonely up here on the moon
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| The last place to look for you
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| People here are just like me
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| They’ve looked at us proudly
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| There’s no maps to take you there
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| There’s no roads to anywhere
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| Voices and echoes in the wind
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| I wonder, can you hear me?
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| If I could make the night shine out
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| Then I could find you
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| Turn all the dark skies into white
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| Bright enough to see you
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| If I could make the night shine out
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| Then I could find you
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| Turn all the dark skies into white
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| Bright enough to see you
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| Bright enough to see you
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| Bright enough to see you
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| Bright enough to see you
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| Bright enough to see you
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| Bright enough to see you
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| It’s lonely up here on the moon
|
| The last place to look for you
|
| People here are just like me
|
| They’ve looked at us proudly
|
| There’s no maps to take you there
|
| There’s no roads to anywhere
|
| Voices and echoes in the winds
|
| I wonder, can you hear me?
|
| If I could make the night shine out
|
| Then I could find you
|
| Turn out the dark skies into white
|
| Bright enough to see you
|
| If I could make the night shine out
|
| Then I could find you
|
| Turn all the dark skies into white
|
| Bright enough to see you
|
| Bright enough to see you
|
| Bright enough to see you
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| Bright enough to see you
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| Bright enough to see you
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| Bright enough to see you |