| Sometimes in the night when living is easy
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| I go out and watch the sky
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| That chains me like a child
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| Is it the moon that takes me far away
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| Have the stars got something to say
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| I’m afraid, big moon
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| That they’ll come and catch you soon
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| And root you up in your old days
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| You’re looking peaceful, sleeping stars
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| But your silence will depart
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| When astronauts will cross your way
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| Without doubt, it won’t take long
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| 'Fore disgust will make us all think wrong
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| We are too young
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| To see what our children see
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| But we are the ones
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| To start the way out of misery
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| Let they go to the stars
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| The scene will not change at all
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| If they don’t go their way together
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| Maybe when I’m with you, stars
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| And my prayers will be in vain
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| Then love will cross your way
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| Oh, hey, oh hey-e-ey
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| I’m afraid, big moon
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| That they’ll come and catch you soon
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| You’re looking peaceful, stars,
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| Your silence will depart
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| Hope that they will come together, once, in distant days
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| Maybe when I’m with you, stars, then love will cross our way
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| Well, I don’t want to paint the future black
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| But like me there are millions who desire something back
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| It’s not the exploring of stars that seems to be a joke
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| It’s just the faith in the old that broke
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| While I’m standing here and I’m trying to get high
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| While I’m dreaming of the stars my time is passing by
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| I think I’ve got a lot to do before I’m loosing hope
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| It’s just the faith in the old that broke
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| It’s just the faith in the old that broke
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| It’s just the faith in the old that broke
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| It should be so that the old are good and wise
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| But when you look around the old are telling lies
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| They teach us dissatisfaction and hate
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| If we don’t return, it could be too late
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| If we don’t return, don’t return, don’t return it could be too late |