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We Can Breathe In Space - Enter Shikari |
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And what comes next* |
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A chance to save ourselves |
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Imagine magma encrusted in rock |
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And on the surface of this world |
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All eyes are on the clock |
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All our empires, our philosophies |
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Our practiced faiths, our revolutions |
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Our proud sciences are but a flickering |
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In one day of the lives of the stars |
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We can breathe in space |
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They just don't want us to escape |
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We can breathe in space |
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They just don't want us to escape |
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And what comes next |
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The constellations, yes, all 88 of them |
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A chance to save ourselves |
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Like the G8, they meet to procrastinate |
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Greetings, we are an infant species |
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Crawling into our own premature decline |
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The north star is chairing the meeting |
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He knows we're spoilt |
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And he's sniggering at our histories |
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We can breathe in space |
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They just don't want us to escape |
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We can breathe in space |
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They just don't want us to escape |
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The hollow proposals mean we'll migrate |
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But they'll bleed us dry until the 11th hour |
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And when dawn breaks I'll sit and stagnate |
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With this metric tonne on your shoulders |
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How do you cope |
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We are an infant species |
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Crawling into our own premature decline |
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The north star is chairing the meeting |
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He knows we're spoilt |
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And he's sniggering at our histories |
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Let's prove the stars wrong |
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We've got to do this |
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I find it hard to believe that we are alone. |
