She was on her way home he was lying away,
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Assistance from others had never led her astray,
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She had a good day,
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Was persuaded by summer air to walk instead of getting the train,
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The decision so innocent as innocent as she,
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Uncorrupted so innocent and sweet
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An innocence interrupted by an incident
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A dissonance in two people so different in belief
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She came from the depths and ascend, bumped into he who dement,
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Intent on inflicting the same pain that been led
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The decision made by he for she had never consented.
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And unprovoked the most vemonous attack,
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He took from her that which she can't get back,
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And left her with that that she can't get rid of
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Which is why whenever it's time for lift out
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She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon,
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Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon,
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Dear god, I hope you haven't forgot
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This young brave astronaut
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A habit she never wanted,
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A pain she needed numbing,
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And she'd rather feel nothing than the pain
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An evening she can't forget,
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Memories she can't stomach
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Not for nothing but I need a inner vain
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Friends she ignored till the phone stopped ringing,
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Till her door stopped knocking,
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Her door she only opens to let him in,
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But she has no money so she lets him come
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You can take that either away
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A window she rarely opens so she can see the day,
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Her stove she only uses to heat her spoon,
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For her the only way she can reach the moon.
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She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon,
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Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon,
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Dear god, I hope you haven't forgot
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This young brave astronaut
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Looking up, looking up, looking up for the young brave astronaut
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Give it up, give it up, give it up for the young brave astronaut
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I know that you're busy but any time you got,
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God please make a visit,
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To the young, to the young, to the young,
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To the young brave astronaut
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She opens the window for a glimpse out
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And heats a spoon over the stove
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Feels a familiar sting and then slips out
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With a window that isn't quite closed
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With the window open and the stove still lit,
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Along with the rain came a gust of wind,
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Which blew the fire out,
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Gas still running and her still breathing the gas in.
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She builds a rocket out of stars in her spoon,
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Straps up, the only way to make it to the moon,
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Dear god, I hope you haven't forgot
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This young brave astronaut
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Astronaut
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Professor Green |