| Standing on the moon
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| I got no cobwebs on my shoe
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| Standing on the moon
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| I feel so alone and blue
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| I see the Gulf of Mexico
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| As tiny as a tear
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| The coast of California
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| Must be somewhere over here, over here
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| Standing on the moon
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| I see the battle rage below
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| Standing on the moon
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| I see the soldiers come and go
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| There’s a metal flag beside me
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| Someone planted long ago
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| Old Glory standing stiffly
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| Crimson, white and indigo
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| Old Glory standing stiffly
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| Crimson, white and indigo
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| Indigo
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| I can see all of Southeast Asia
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| I can see El Salvador
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| I hear the cries of children
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| And the other songs of war
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| It’s like a mighty melody
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| That rings down from the sky
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| Standing here upon the moon
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| I watch it all roll by, all roll by
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| All roll by, all roll by
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| Standing on the moon
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| I see a shadow on the sun
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| Standing on the moon
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| The stars go fading one by one
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| I hear a cry of victory
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| And another of defeat
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| A scrap of age-old lullaby
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| Down some forgotten street
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| Standing on the moon
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| Where talk is cheap and vision true
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| Standing on the moon
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| But I would rather be with you
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| Somewhere in San Francisco
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| On a back porch in July
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| Just looking up to heaven
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| At this crescent in the sky, in the sky
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| Standing on the moon
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| With nothing left to do
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| A lovely view of heaven
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| But I’d rather be with you
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| A lovely view of heaven
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| But I’d rather be with you, be with you
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| Be with you, I’d rather be with you
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| Be with you, I’d rather be with you
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| Be with you, I’d rather be with you
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| Be with you, I’d rather be with you
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| Be with you, I’d rather be with you
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| Be with you, I’d rather be with you
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| Be with you, I’d rather be with you
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| Be with you |