what the world is like up there
The world is dark
Not a single spark
Here I sit on a bench in the park
The Earth seems so boring and stark
And I wonder what the world is like up there
Among the stars
Playing on Mars
Here I inhale the smoke of a million cigars
And hear the bustle of too many sports cars
And I wonder what the world is like up there
I want to break free
To the galaxy I'd flee
The universe would light up with glee
At the sight of me
And I wonder what the world is like up there
I want to dance and fly away
And swim across the milky way
Instead of looking up to a sky full of gray
And thinking of the reasons of why I must stay
And I wonder what the world is like up there
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