| Forty years and still seems everything’s okay
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| Just ask a question that will make it go away
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| You still can’t change it with the waving of your hand
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| It comes to mean that everything is surely planned
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| They’re sending me a picture of the moon
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| And star-mapped skies for travelers in tune
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| With all that falls beneath us from the sky
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| Be steady light, shine bright behind my eyes
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| Answer the question:
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| Is it straight or in a line?
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| Or still a spiral not aware of such a sign
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| And with the gravity that seems to pull us down
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| There is awareness to align us with the ground
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| They’re sending me a picture of the moon
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| And star-mapped skies for travelers in tune
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| With all that falls beneath us from the sky
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| Be steady light, shine bright behind my eyes
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| They’re sending me a picture of the moon
|
| And star-mapped skies for travelers in tune
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| With all that falls beneath us from the sky
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| Be steady light, shine bright behind my eyes
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| They’re sending me a picture of the moon
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| And star-mapped skies for travelers in tune |