Lunarland

Say 'goodbye'.
A whisper in the morning.
A late night train eating up the miles.
This cardboard town is home to paper people with no soul.

A carousel spinning in the sunlight.
Paint and chrome. A glimpse between the crowd.
And when it stops, we should climb aboard before we're old.

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It's a lunarland.
I see nothing but moondust in a lunarland.
It's true.
It's a lunarland.
There's nothing but moondust in a lunarland.
Without you.

On Sandy Lane. Sheltered by the hedgerows.
Reach the top, and gaze across the fields.
Nothing else could ever beat the feeling that I feel.
And one by one. Over the horizon.
Unresolved. I let them disappear.
I've lost the chance to ever let these wounds inside me heal.

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