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There are times when you must beckon,
There are times when you must fall.
You can take a lot of wrecking,
But you can't take it all.

There are times when I can help you out,
And times when you must fall.
There are times when you must live in doubt,
And I can't help at all.

Two blue stars, shine o'er the hill.
Plead no more, now just be still.
Through the night, now safely there.
Show me something built to last.

Been held by the fire,
Yes and I'm, held by the ring.
You can walk on balls of fire,
But sometimes you might bleed.

There are times when I have begged you
And you do the same to me.
If you can't or won't admit it,
At least we pulled you through.

Three blue stars, set o'er the hill.
Call them back; you never will.
All these trials, soon be dead.
We all need something built to last.

Built to last 'till time of seven,
Falls tumbling from the sky.
Built to last 'till lightness fades,
And darkness falls on all.
Built to last 'till years roll back
Our couch perched in the sky
Show me something different,
Or something built to try.

There are times when you get hit up on,
Try hard but you cannot give.
Other times, you'd gladly go
with what you need to give.

Don't be afraid to save your face,
When you have done your best
Now I won't forget,
Next day try the rest.

All the stars, are gone but one.
Morning dreams, we found the Sun.
Show me something built to last

Two blue stones, shine o'er the hill.
Call it back; you never will
All these trials, now are dead.
Show me something built to last.

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Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe
Standing on the moon, I'm feeling so alone and blue
I see the Gulf of Mexico as tiny as a tear
The coast of California must be somewhere over here
Over here

Standing on the moon, I see the battle rage below
Standing on the moon, I see the soldiers come and go
There's a metal flag beside me someone planted long ago
Old glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo
Old glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo
Indigo

I see all of South East Asia; I can see El Salvador
I hear the cries of children and the other songs of war
It's like a mighty melody that rings down from the sky
Standing here upon the moon I watch it all roll by
All roll by
All roll by
All roll by

Standing on the moon, I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon, the stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory, another of defeat
A scrap of age-old lullaby down some forgotten street

Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap and vision true
Standing on the moon, but I would rather be with you
Somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July
Just looking up to heaven at this crescent in the sky
In the sky

Standing on the moon with nothing left to do
A lovely view of heaven but I'd rather be with you
A lovely view of heaven but I'd rather be with you
Be with you
I'd rather be with you...

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