| why does the moon hang so low
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| on nights like these it feels so close
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| in the cape of stars that seem the same
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| does the moon know each one by name
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| why does every river’s flow reach for the sea
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| could they be lonely
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| seeking some truth to reveal
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| serving their purpose for eternity
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| when the waves they crash
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| maybe that’s how they dance
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| while we shrug and we sigh
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| and another day goes by
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| do do do do do do do do
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| do do do do do do do do
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| how do we orbit around
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| how come gravity won’t lose ground
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| what are these arms built for
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| if not to be wrapped around you
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| what are we all moving toward
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| if not to be brave enough to lose
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| when the waves they crash
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| maybe that’s how they dance
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| while we shrug and we sigh
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| and another day goes by
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| do do do do do do do do
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| do do do do do do do do
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| and that’s how moments pass
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| drops in an hourglass
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| oh where do we go, who knows
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| where we go
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| do do do do do do do do
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| do do do do do do do do
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| why do we push and pull away
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| maybe this time I’ll stay
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| and trace my face in the car window
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| wondering why the moon hangs so low |