Moonwalker
Sometimes, late at night I pretend I'm an astronaut.
I walk the surface of the moon like some superstar.
With legs not burdened by the bodys weight.
And a soul soaring to a neverending height.
If I just close my eyes, and get real lucky,
perhaps I can find myself somewhere else.
Maybe I'll be walking on the moon,
not a damn moment too soon.
I walk the surface of the moon like some superstar.
With legs not burdened by the bodys weight.
And a soul soaring to a neverending height.
If I just close my eyes, and get real lucky,
perhaps I can find myself somewhere else.
Maybe I'll be walking on the moon,
not a damn moment too soon.
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