| I just got back from your funeral
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| You were lying on a sheet
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| With some strange man standing over you
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| As though he knew you more than me
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| But you’ve still got that body
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| And you can dress it up in black
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| But when I look at you, you don’t look back
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| 'Cause when I saw you at the spaceship door
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| They were calling you aboard
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| From all the people at your funeral
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| I couldn’t take you anymore
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| But you’ve still got that body
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| And you’ll remind us all of that
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| But when I look at you, you don’t look back
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| I would rather give my heart
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| To the travelling band
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| I set out to sail the moon
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| And all that I found was sand
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| I would rather hold your heart
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| In my two hands
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| I set out to sail the moon
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| And I came back a lonely man
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| I would rather give my heart
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| To the travelling band
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| I set out to sail the moon
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| And all that I found was sand
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| I would rather hold your heart
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| In my two hands
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| I set out to sail the moon
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| And I came back so lonely
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| I just got back from your funeral
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| You were lying on a sheet
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| With some strange man standing over you
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| As though he knew you more than me
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| But you’ve still got that body
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| And you’ve reminded me of that
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| But when I look at you, you don’t look back
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| When I look at you, you don’t look back
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| When I look at you, you don’t look back |