The sun's below the horizon now and I could not be more alive
A comet came in and swept your absence to the side
Let's move up north and get away from this mess
Save our money and we'll be on our way
A shooting star passes with waves of captivation
I would fly with it if that's any indication
But I can't get off this cruel, weathered ground
But my telescope still shows me what I've found
Are you out of my reach or just afraid of reaching?
Let's move up north and get away from this mess
Save our money and we'll be on our way
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