man on the moon

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It's snowing outside,
My breath fogs the window.
I want to escape my mind,
I'm sick of feeling like a weirdo.

The night's clouds part,
I can see the moon hanging so delicately,
It looks like the most arousing art,
I squint, I can see something.

My soul leaves my body,
There's a man on the moon,
He has no fears, no such doom.
He's hanging above the planets,
He's in control, he doesn't need tablets.

I wish I could be like the man on the moon,
I want to be like you, I want to be like you.

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