| I wanna miss you, lonely as the desert sand;
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| Sparkle like a star, stranger in a faraway land.
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| Pockets tie his hands up, feet stuck right where he stands,
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| Divide grows wide ‘tween work and the wants of a man.
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| One hand holds the pulse, the other a steering wheel,
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| On one hand it is his curse, on the other it's what is real.
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| I shine bright like the wide, wide world,
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| When you're standing on the moon, she could be just any girl.
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| Your hands are tied, but your heart is free,
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| If you learn to cut the rope, please, make your way to me.
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| I wanna show you, lover, take my hand.
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| You can find satisfaction being a one woman man.
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| I wanna love you, I don't know where I stand,
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| Between your heart, the road, and all of the needs of a man.
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| One hand holds the pulse, the other a steering wheel,
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| On one hand it is his curse, on the other it's what is real.
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| I shine bright like the wide, wide world,
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| When you're standing on the moon, she could be just any girl.
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| Your hands are tied, but your heart is free,
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| If you learn to cut the rope, please, make your way to me.
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| When you hang your hat on her,
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| Will you hang your head in shame?
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| When you say that it's impossible,
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| You're just running away
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| From the thing that kept you tied down,
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| The thing that keeps your feet on the ground.
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| I shine bright like the wide, wide world,
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| When you're standing on the moon, she could be just any girl.
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| Your hands are tied, but your heart is free,
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| If you learn to cut the rope, please, make your way to me,
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| If you learn to cut the rope, please make your way to me. |