| Wait, I’m not ready to choose
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| So you can take my rusted halo
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| And send it where the sky is blue
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| Please, I’m caught in between
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| The heaven in my pocket
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| And the hell hidden up my sleeve
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| Cause I am struggling to sleep at night
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| Cause my mind is always preoccupied
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| Just like everybody else on the planet
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| We just fell from the sky
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| And act as if we planned it
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| Cause we’re harvesting the starlight
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| So we can dram via satellite
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| We’r harvesting the starlight
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| So we can dream via satellite
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| Who, drilled a hole in the moon
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| It went right through
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| And turned our doom dark blue dark blue
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| And your American dream came true
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| Pray for a Hollywood ending
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| Where the stars are all suspended
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| On a string the chorus line all sing
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| The tune that sent fate dark blue
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| Just like everybody else on the planet
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| We just fell from the sky
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| And act as if we planned it
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| Cause we’re harvesting the starlight
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| So we can dream via satellite
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| Pretend it hasn’t already happened
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| Thank a lot mum and dad
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| You really did some damage
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| Cause I wanna see the starlight
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| But they replaced it with satellites
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| I wanna see the starlight
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| But they replaced it with satellites
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| I wanna see the starlight
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| But they replaced it with satellites
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| Tell me Mr Moon
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| Who turned you dark blue? |