I never wrote a book like the ones I like to read 'cos aiming for the stars, well, it brings me to my knees I thought I handled sin when it was sin that handled me When I thought I saw the light I couldn't see the wood for the trees
There's a man on the moon And he says that he's not coming down But he's thinking of you every time the world spins around
I could never eat enough so I bit the hand that fed Always talked too much but most was left unsaid
I lost friends and influenced no-one Announced the ending before it was over Fought accusations that I was jaded But I look at the stars and know their lights already faded
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