MOTHERSHIP
I WANT TO CRY CRY CRY
AS MY LIFE
COMES CRASHING DOWN
THE MUSIC IN MY HEAD
GOES ROUND ROUND ROUND
I REACH OUT TO TOUCH IT
BUT IT FADES AWAY
COMING FROM THE MOTHER SHIP
3 LIGHT YEARS AWAY AWAY AWAY
COMING FROM THE MOTHER SHIP
3 LIGHT YEARS AWAY
WORDS BY PETER STOCK HAMMERSMITH78MUSICPROMOTIONS COPY RIGHT 2019
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