| Sitting here tonight, missing you
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| Missing time, drinking wine, missing blue
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| Looking out my window, hieroglyphics on the rug
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| Wishing on a star and hoping the moon is made of drugs
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| Like a man trapped in orbit, mission blown
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| Nothing left to do, but no way to get back home
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| He don’t see people, feels his heart is getting tugged
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| The only one that he can blame is a moon that’s made of drugs
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| Oh but one day you’ll find me swimming in the sea of tranquility
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| Yes and one day you’ll find me as high as I can be, as high as a man can be
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| Yes and one day you’ll look up and I’ll be free, oh free
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| Yes and one day you’ll find me swimming in the sea
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| Earth’s lonly sister, ripped from her sid
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| Doomed forever to miss her, no reason why
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| Looking on from miles away, she prays that there’s enough
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| Daylight’s coming soon, she hopes the moon is made of drugs
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| Oh but one day you’ll find me swimming in the sea of tranquility
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| Yes and one day you’ll find me as high as I can be, as high as a man can be
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| Oh yeah one day you’ll look up and I’ll be free, oh free
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| Yes and one day you’ll find me swimming in the sea
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| Like a dying planet, something’s missing from my side
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| Like a moon, like a friend, like something from inside
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| I just keep on wandering deeper in the night
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| If I keep on making wrong turns then one day I’ll make it right |