| Lyrics |
Gonna fly up to the moon,raising all of my money.
Can't make it too soon,I am sick of it down here.
Gonna rise up to the moon.
So this is how the world ends-
Not with a bang but with a wimpy.
Don't laugh too soon-I am sick of it down here.
Gonna rise up to the moon.
Who needs all the troubles of today?
What's the difference anyway?I feel out of focus, what can I do?
There's only you.
Gonna fly up to the moon,raising all of my money.
Can't make it too soon,I am sick of it down here.
Gonna rise up to the moon.
When they open the borders where will you be?I'll climb the highest treeto avoid the stampede-
And if I should flyonly you, you,there's only you,that would say goodbye.--->> Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com <
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