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Maybe I'll fly to the Moon And land on the dark side of his hand There, I'll be in grasp but happy Is this what I want? Is this what I want? Is this what I want? Maybe there will be sound But is this what I want? Is this what I want? Is this what I need? To please? To feed? To read? To draw the sounds out of my brain? To spring at the thought of pain? To find me strung out in Spain? Rockets never got me anywhere So I'll stay on the ground