| I’m a man on the moon
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| I hope I don’t come back too soon
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| Am I the only one to see the light?
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| No use in getting down upon your knees tonight
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| So I don’t feel love
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| Cause I got no faith
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| I’ve seen those twisted lies thrown back into my face
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| I’ve seen the crazy doctrines of the human race
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| I must be alone
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| How could it be
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| Your gift to me (to me)
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| A salvo of heavy artillery
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| It’s nothing but your war
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| You can call it what you like
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| I know where I’m from
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| And I’m cold and dark
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| And all the sinners are just saints without sparks
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| I’m having trouble telling them apart, oh yeah
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| Coming at you
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| And it’s coming at you, baby
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| Thirty six thousand miles an hour
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| Coming at you, baby, what you’re made of, what you are
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| Now look and see
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| Those stars for you and me
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| Waiting like silent killers in the night
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| Atomic legions that you can never fight
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| I’ve never felt I’ve ever prayed
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| Don’t have to join in with in the other slaves
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| I’m not the only one who feels betrayed, yeah
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| See the more I think about it
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| I’m born against the grain
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| Ooh, ooh, I won’t be born again
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| Salvation’s coming from on high
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| (Coming at you baby, through the sky, from on high, yeah)
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| Coming at you
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| And it’s coming at you, baby
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| Thirty six thousand miles an hour
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| Coming at you, baby, what you’re made of, what you are
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| Coming at you
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| And it’s coming at you, baby
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| Thirty six thousand miles an hour
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| Coming at you, baby, what you’re made of, what you are
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| I’m a square pig in a round hole
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| Maybe there’s no place left for my wounded soul
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| Maybe the king of kings finally lost control of it
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| Coming at you, baby
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| Coming at you, baby
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| Thirty six thousand miles an hour
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| (Salvation's coming)
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| Coming at you baby (from on high)
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| Thirty six thousand miles an hour
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| (Salvation's coming)
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| Coming at you baby
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| What you’re made of, what you are
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| Look up and see those stars for you and me
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| Look up and see
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| Rock, dust, light, star
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| Coming at you baby
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| From on high, yeah
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| Rock, dust, light, star |