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• Artiste: Failed Attempts at Facial Hair
• Titre: Launch Pad
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Fireworks on the Fourth of July Aren't as interesting as the ones that I see when I close my eyes Colors react like water in verbidium And you're standing there right in the middle of 'em Signal comes in, sharp as a tack And the fireworks start fading to black I open my eyes, but you aren't there So I turn my attention to the ones in the air They were nothing but smoke and flashing lights I'd much rather be looking at the sky at night Lying on back and counting on the stars From Orion's Belt to Ursa Major From the supernovas to all the moon's craters You ain't here with me, maybe that's where you are And now, it's sad but true That every single Tuesday in June I turn my head and wait for you To fly across that bright summer moon But every night, it's the same I'm so jealous of the clouds and airplanes That get to be up so close to you 'cause I think they get a better view Gonna find a way up there, way up high Wishing I could just take to the sky But gravitational pull does its best to keep me here I want to look at the earth from way down below But I have enough trouble just saying hello Let alone penetrating the atmosphere When you and I talk, it's like planetary equinox But it doesn't matter what I do I'm gonna need a launch pad to get closer to you