someday when it stops spinning
i'll finally stop loving her
(i'm not talking about our planet
i'm talking about my head)
and when the planets realign
and the constellations fall apart
bringing in new zodiacs for generations to come
they will praise her shape
formed by the star dust i've cried at night
and every new civilization will worship her
but never love her more than i do
cause to them she'll be legends of old
just like to her i'll be that stupid boy
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