LYRIC

Moving, swiftly on the interstellar highway
Moon dust, pearly in our means as we walk, on a star

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Earthless, guilty in five million parts now
I have left you
Weightless free from predictable ways my
Feet had touched the ground

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