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I never wrote a book like the ones I like to read
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'Cos aiming for the stars, well, it brings me to my knees
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I thought I handled sin when it was sin that handled me
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When I thought I saw the light
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I couldn't see the wood for the trees
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There's a man on the moon
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and he says that he's not coming down
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But he's thinking of you every time the world spins around
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I could never eat enough so I bit the hand that fed
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Always talked too much but most was left unsaid
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I lost friends and influenced no-one
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Announced the ending before it was over
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Fought accusations that I was jaded
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But I look at the stars and know their lights already faded
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MAN ON THE MOON
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| Jesus Jones |
