If there's space out there enough for the moon Surely your little heart can make some room If there's room in the hemisphere for so many stars There's surely a satellite we can name ours They're building brand new centres, brand new bars Shoving lonely people into boots of cars If you want to share the failure or you want to share the flop We'll both go in the boot right off the top And if there's ever time in life for genuine mistake Surely then you got the means to make it And if you'd like one final slip before you get it right This moon's asleep, you got the means to wake it So left alone we're just simple bricks No more than the stone that the child kicks But as soon as we're together we are wall And the stone the child kicks is bouncing ball They're building brand new motorways, brand new roads But when travelling on your own that road is closed I'll be your co-driver and together we'll be tank And watch as "no through road" sign slowly sank And they're building brand new hospitals Building brand new wards Insure your heart with everything you can afford No need going private I will save my bed for you As I quietly wait my turn in public queue
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