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I awake in the future, I had turned to stone with fear, laid on petrified trees |
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In a high school massacre I'm fossilized and clear, the teenage terrorists freeze |
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We began dismantling the stadia and schools, singing save our simian souls! |
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Polished up warm bullets hanging static in the air, droplets glittering home |
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NASA knows, how the pheromones, cascade! DOwn the walls, you can't help the way you feel |
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You're the crudest oil, let your vision boil, yeah they're gonna dig a coal-face! out of you, Isambard I'm all steel! |
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Chasing homeless cheerleaders, through the sewers lit by burning polythene bags |
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Pushing flame scorched limos to the oil rig tonight, for the promenade dance |
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Fill your locker with an arsenal, hieroglyphic every particle, |
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mother all about the coal and the lava and the gas that we are, lovers on the landfill, digging me up to fuel rockets and risk. |
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Look across now honey the horizon, I can see a shuttle birth, is it a boy? Or a girl? Or a gun? |
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I know it's ludicrous to be lost; there's never been a time like this. |
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Everyone, is gonna end, up there, you're overcome, but NASA is on your side |
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It's happening, the sky is shattering and they're gonna make a Death Star, out of you, but NASA is on your side |
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NASA is on your side |
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NASA is on your side |
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Everyone, is gonna end, up there, you're overcome, but NASA is on your side |
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It's happening, yeah, it's happening, and they're gonna make a Death Star, out of you, but NASA is on your side |
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There were children climbing over fridges in a rush to see the death of their sun |
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And we laughed all night when they said "Treasure in the sky" and we had nothing but fun |
