When I look up at the stars as I walk in the night
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Down the street by my house it feels good
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When I look up at the stars as I walk in the night
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Down the street by my house it feels good
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The light from the moon is afraid of the ground
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So it falls behind spaces and hides behind clouds
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When I look up at the clouds as I move through the night
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With the wind as I anekatips walk down the street
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The light from the moon is afraid of the ground
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So I step on the shadows of my own feet
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When I Look Up
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| Jack Johnson |
