| Hard to breath, the airs been stoler
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| Without my suit, blues been swollen
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| It’s got as hades
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| And it ain’t ever noon
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| 'Cause hanging round with you is like living on the moon
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| Threw me out, guess we’re even
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| Took me back when I was leaving
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| Something tells me it was all too soon
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| 'Cause hanging round with you is like living on the moon
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| There are times where you’re the best thing on earth
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| When the sun comes up we stop throwing the dirt
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| Hard to keep my feet on the ground
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| Love the ups, hate the downs
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| If I steer right I might make it to the dunes
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| 'Cause hanging out with you is like living on the moon
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| (Oh, hit me now!)
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| There are times where you’re the best thing on earth
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| When the sun comes up we stop throwing the dirt
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| Maybe we just need some space
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| I’ll leave my bag here just in case
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| Sometimes I feel like I’ve been marooned
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| 'Cause hanging out with you is like living on the moon
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| 'Cause hanging out with you is like living on the moon |