| She follows me down to the sound of the sea
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| Slips to the sand and stares up at me
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| «Is this how it happens? |
| Is this how it feels?
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| Is this how a star falls?
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| Is this how a star falls?»
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| The night turns as I try to explain
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| Irresistible attraction and orbital plane
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| «Or maybe it’s more like a moth to a flame?»
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| She brushes my face with her smile
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| «Forget about stars for a while…»
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| As she melts…
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| Meanwhile millions of miles away in space
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| The incoming comet brushes Jupiter’s face
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| And disappears away with barely a trace…
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| «Was that it? |
| Was that the Jupiter show?
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| It kinda wasn’t quite what I’d hoped for you know…»
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| And pulling away she stands up slow
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| And round her the night turns
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| Round her the night turns…
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| Yeah that was it
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| That was the Jupiter crash
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| Drawn too close and gone in a flash
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| Just a few bruises in the region of the splash…
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| She left to the sound of the sea
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| She just drifted away from me
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| So much for gravity… |