| Every night I sit and stare at the sky
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| Remembering my day
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| Thinking of tomorrow
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| Looking back at all the things that I tried
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| All I would change
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| And what I would keep the same
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| It seems that my life follows the moon
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| At times it’s half empty and sometimes it’s full
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| Spinning around through darkness and light
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| Falling so low and rising so high
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| From afar the moon is perfect and bright
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| The surface so smooth
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| And that’s how I’m supposed to look
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| But I’m tired of using distance to hide
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| The scars and shadows of my heart
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| 'Cause they make me who I am
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| It seems that my life follows the moon
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| At times it’s half empty and sometimes it’s full
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| Spinning around through darkness and light
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| Falling so low and rising so high
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| When I feel strong, I chase the days
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| Dancing in circles through phase after phase
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| And when I feel lost, I try to remember
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| That I…
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| I follow the moon…
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| I follow the moon…
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| I’m holding on tight, through darkness and light
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| Joy can be fleeting and grief takes time
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| I follow the moon…
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| I follow the moon…
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| It seems that my life follows the moon
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| At times it’s half empty…
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| And sometimes it’s full |