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Oh I'll never get to the moon |
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But I've seen the universe in a blade of grass |
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Oh I've built my questions a raft |
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And I send them floating there on a lake of glass |
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And though this weight is like a stone |
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It is hard to drop the things I've come to know |
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Oh my mind is lost to the ground |
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Like the crickets are lost against the highway sound |
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Oh how I've been a thief with my voice |
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While all the leaves just sing the truth out loud |
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Take this mask and burn my page |
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And I will leave my wallet in that lonely maze |