| I saw pictures from the space shuttle
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| North America at night
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| I could almost see my house
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| I could almost see the rest of my life
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| Now my mothers in the hospital
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| And my friends are in the news
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| Collecting trophies for the songs they wrote
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| When we lived in the shadow of the moon
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| Guess I never make a gold record
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| And I have never been to mars
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| But I’ve traveled 'round this world
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| Shooting fireworks at falling stars
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| No prison bars
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| And my fathers got a decent job
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| I hear he’s finally pulling through
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| There’s more to life than singing songs we write
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| When we are in the shadow of the moon
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| I see colors
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| When I hear your voice
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| Grab your wings they’re putting gravity on trial
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| I see colors
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| I don’t hear the noise
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| Because we’re only flying for a while
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| Because we’re only flying for a while
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| I saw this picture of my niece
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| Twisting high above a narrow beam
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| And my brother looked so proud
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| Like he woke up in this perfect dream
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| And I’ve know you all my life
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| But I knew you long before that too
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| Lets go dancing to the songs we wrote
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| When we lived in the shadow of the moon
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| I see colors
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| When I hear your voice
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| Grab your wings
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| They’re putting gravity on trial
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| I see colors
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| I don’t hear the noise
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| Sometimes you’re only flying for a while
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| I could love you
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| In the falling rain
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| Grab your wings
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| This is a storm we’re meant to ride
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| Like Synesthesia
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| Aboard a stalling plane
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| It’s like we’re only flying for a while
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| I see colors
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| When I hear your voice
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| Grab your wings
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| They’re putting gravity on trial
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| I see colors
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| I don’t fear the choice
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| Because we’re only flying for a while
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| And I could love you
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| In the falling rain
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| Grab your wings
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| This is the storm we’re meant to ride
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| Like Synesthesia
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| Aboard a stalling plane
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| Sometimes we’re only flying for a while
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| I can see the colors running
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| When I hear the music play |