| The stars are shining bright through his window
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| So much for good rest. |
| He’s not sleeping
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| So he steps outside for some fresh air
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| To breathe again?
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| Staring out into infinite space
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| This earth and it’s billions of people
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| Can’t help feel we’re all on our own here?
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| Is someone there?
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| Across the stars and moons afar
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| Something speaks to me deep inside
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| Says I’m not the only one
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| Wishing upon the moon tonight
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| If I could soar away from this
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| I’d start again with peace in mind
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| If I could I leave this all behind
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| All of this weighs heavy on my mind
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| Hear my plea tonight!
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| So he crawls back into his warm bed
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| And there he dreams a prophetic vision
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| A starship and it’s sailors flying towards
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| The Northern Cross
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| Across the stars and moons afar
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| Something speaks to me deep inside
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| Says I’m not the only one
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| Wishing upon moons tonight
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| It I could soar away from this
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| I’d start again with peace in mind
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| If I could I leave this all behind |