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What has become of all of us, all ceilings, all skies |
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Is that, the stars can swim a thousand dark miles |
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Before they ever see the floor again |
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With their backs against the wall on these last days |
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But then, we knew that would happen anyway |
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You drop that pitch-black pall |
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Over us, one and all, again |
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To propel your national machines |
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Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine |
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A thousand tiny lives |
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Disappear into the black stretch |
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I guess I thought I'd feel something but I didn't |
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Yes, that's a myth |
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I would give anything |
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For a cool glass of water |
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Without this poisonous oil |
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No |
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It's never going to be good enough |
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There's no air anywhere |
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It's all money now |
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Wouldn't you do the same? |
