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Paper chains and withered sleeves
Swimmin' down the streams and ocean breeze
The moon is a strange, wild world, a universe
Where I find a strange galaxy-xy-xy

Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me
And when I feel lonely, I hide behind her [?]

Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me
And when I feel lonely, I exhale her breeze

It's funny, 'cause there's no oxygen in space
It's funny, 'cause our real home is within' space
It's funny...
We wipe the slate clean
We wipe it waving
Like we don't care what goes on in there
What goes on in there
What goes on in the space
What goes on in there, what goes on in there
The Anunnaki stare

Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me (smiling at me)
And when I feel lonely, I hide behind her [?]
(Behind her [?], behind her [?])

Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me
And when I feel lonely, I exhale her breeze

Paper chains (paper chains)
And withered sleeves (and withered sleeves)
Swimmin' down the streams and ocean breeze
The moon is a strange, wild world

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