They want to live
On the far side of the moon
Sick of bad news
From news feeds
I'll miss the earthwinds
Flowers coming back to life
But first they must die
I've sailed on ships
In streams running alongside curbs
Not far from where we grew up
Unknowing our destination
Just happy to end up next to you
So it's strange that you are from here
I am from Earth too
I gave away my ticket
For a seat on their rocketship
Don't let them take
The stars from my eyes
Even if I have to keep
Feet on the ground to see the sky
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