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Text: Bleach. Lonestar.

My fee areplanted I can't fly...I'd like to moonwalk through
the sky...I'd like to tiptoe past this atmosphere ~ And so
I gaze past satellites...Past suns and stars and endless
nights...It's clear to me, I see I'm small ~ Compared to You
I'm nothing at all ~ Beyond the depths of space and time...
You built these things that remind...Setting suns and shooting
stars...Say who You are ~ You're the Lonestar ~ And I'll lift
my head up to the sky...Your hand of greatness touches mine...

I'll be content, I know I'm small ~ Compared to You I'm
nothing at all...