Oh friend, oh my friend
Call in sick, tuck me in
I'm so tired. it doesn't matter how much sleep I get
It may never get better
But try to hold hope at center
That if we call the bear in the sky we might hear the stars reply
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So I’d like to propose a watermelon
Earth to ursa major, beckon
Let’s not wait to get into heaven
We’ll grow our own glorified garden
If their history is to ignore us
We'll sew our memoirs into their songbooks
Then they will sing despite their confusion
And as they sing, they will have proven that
Even without grasp
Even without reason
A song still goes on, and as such, the meaning
Don't worry, dear, my little star scratch-er
They can try to break us, but we'll never shatter