now we are somewhere

lost in outer space

you are a cosmic child

all i see's your rocket face


you belong with me

among all these shining stars

just hold on to my waist

so you don't have to travel far


and with all the spinning lights

i'm the brightest one, it's true

left with our own devotion

i'm lost without you



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