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  • There's a place for you and me
    that I think you should know,
    somewhere past all the interstellar dust,
    a world of our own.
    But the current paradox we call our hate
    is truly vexing me,
    and the fact that you don't seem to mind -
    Well you know it's killing me
    When you say

    How do you know?

    Just take my hand and have no fear
    because when we land, I'll show you there's
    a place for you and me to be happy.
    The problem's not you and I;
    it's underneath this black sky.
    It's the people and places tearing us apart.
    And still you say

    How do you know?

    There's place for you and me
    that I think you should know,
    somewhere past all the interstellar dust,
    a world of our own.
    Just take my hand and have no fear
    Just take my hand, I'll show you there's
    Just take me hand, and we can't simply be.
    But still you say

    How do you know?
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