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Two hands are painting out the galaxy where I am grey

And walkin' on, but oh… so still

Some factory poets got million words to say

But everyday the noise of those machines erase them

And hopin' there’s a place where I belong to

Where every step I do, would do me good

And these planets up above my head should crumble

I’ll carve on every tree your name…

Some people spread their washing clothes out

With that sorrow life can bring, but oh… so silently

Out on the roofs I still can hear the clang of drums

Electric bands made up on words and promises

And hopin' all your sons would be much better

Than what our glory days could ever be

And the constellations up above should blend, oh my…

I’ll carve on every star your name…

I’ll carve on every star your name…

(stratosphere solo)

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