| When the shadows grow long
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| And gravity begins to let you down
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| Can the space bound fetus pilot around
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| And our way out
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| Because to me every moment matters
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| To me every moment matters
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| You can never move forward while standing still
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| To me every moment matters
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| Shall we just place the blame on invention
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| Or our ability of discovery
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| The temperature will drop as the astronauts
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| Are seduced by the twilight’s motherly appeal
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| The temperature will drop as the astronauts
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| Are seduced by the twilight’s motherly appeal
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| And deaths arms are outward bound
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| As we strike upwards towards the stars
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| Into this God’s trained hands, into his trained hands
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| Into his trained hands, into his trained hands
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| Into his trained hands
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| To me every moment matters
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| Yes, to me every moment matters
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| Yes, to me every moment matters
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| Because death’s arms are outward bound
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| Crushing like cars into tiny squares
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| To me, yes, to me, to me every moment matters |