Stars, lonely stars?
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Changing their color?
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Hoping that someone will notice?
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And pay them attention again?
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A secret scar?
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Changing its color?
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Praying that nobody notices ?
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All of the trouble I'm in
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And I know they're waiting?
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In open hallways?
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Caught in the doorway?
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For a chance to see inside
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Stars, distant stars?
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Losing their shimmer ?
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Rising then dropping to nowhere
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?And wondering if it is time?
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You're buying time?
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Life at a standstill?
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And the projector is spinning ?
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The past scenes that lock you in time
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And I know they're waiting
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?In open hallways
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?Caught in the doorway?
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For a chance to see inside?
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And how will they find me?
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Holy and empty
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?A star that is falling?
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That's been lost somewhere in time
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And I know they are marching
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?Always in a line?
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And someday they will find me
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?For a chance to see inside
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I know they're waiting for me?
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Somewhere inside my body
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?And I'll see them marching someday?
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Right through an open highway?
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And I'll never see through the same eyes again?
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No, I'll never see through the same eyes again
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Scars
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| We Shot The Moon |
