| It’s lonely in
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| The universe
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| Sitting, looking up
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| From planet Earth
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| It’s funny how
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| The world goes round
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| Even when it’s turned
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| Upside down
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| I often think of Michael Collins sitting in Columbia
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| I wonder if anyone on Earth was ever lonelier
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| Staring out into the darkness, circling the moon alone
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| Counting stars, a quarter of a million miles from home
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| Things on Earth
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| Seem commonplace
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| But they look beautiful
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| From outer space
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| On the far side of the moon, the minutes quietly ticking by
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| Looking through old photographs and listening to Patsy Cline
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| Always hoping for the best, but in his heart, he fears the worst
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| Knowing there’s a chance that he’ll return alone to Earth
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| And when you see things
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| From a distance
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| Then you see things
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| As they are
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| 'cause the world looks
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| Very different
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| When you see it
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| From that far
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| I just wish we
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| Didn’t have to
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| Go so far
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| To see the world from the stars
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| And when you see things
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| From a distance
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| Then you see things
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| As they are
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| 'cause the world looks
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| Very different
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| When you see it
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| From that far
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| When you look at it from space, it’s such a fragile place
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| And I just wish we
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| Didn’t have to
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| Go so far
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| To see the world from the stars |