| She was on her way home, he was lying in wait
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| Insistance from others had never led her astray
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| She had a good day
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| Was persuaded by summer air to walk instead of getting the train
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| A decision so innocent, as innocent as she
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| Uncorrupted so innocent and sweet
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| An innocence interrupted by an incident
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| A dissonance, two people so different in belief
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| She came from the depths and ascended
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| Bumped into he who demented
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| Intent on inflicting the same pain that been led
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| The decision made by he, for she had never consented
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| An unprovoked and most venomous attack
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| He took from her that which she can’t get back
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| And left her with that that she can’t get rid of
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| Which is why whenever it’s time for lift out
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| She…
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| She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon
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| Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon
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| Dear god, I hope you haven’t forgot
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| This young brave astronaut
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| A habit she never wanted
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| A pain she needed numbing
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| And she’d rather feel nothing than the pain
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| An evening she can’t forget
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| Memories she can’t stomach
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| Not for nothing but a needle in her vein
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| Friends she ignored till the phone stopped ringing
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| Till her door stopped knocking
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| Her door she only opens to let him in
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| But she has no money so she lets him come
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| You can take that either way
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| A window she rarely opens so she can see the day
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| Her stove she only uses to heat her spoon
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| For her the only way she can reach the moon
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| She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon
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| Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon
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| Dear god, I hope you haven’t forgot
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| This young brave astronaut
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| Looking up, looking up, looking up for the young brave astronaut
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| Give it up, give it up, give it up for the young brave astronaut
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| I know that you’re busy but any time you got
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| God please make a visit
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| To the young, to the young, to the young
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| To the young brave astronaut
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| She opens the window for a glimpse out
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| And heats a spoon over the stove
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| Feels a familiar sting and then slips out
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| With a window that isn’t quite closed
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| With the window open and the stove still lit
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| Along with the rain came a gust of wind
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| Which blew the fire out
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| Gas still running and her still breathing the gas in
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| She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon
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| Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon
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| Dear god, I hope you haven’t forgot
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| This young brave astronaut |