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She sleeps with the planets, |
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I know because I've seen it. |
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I sleep next to science, |
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Wishing it were her. |
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We were once a product of |
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Conservative America |
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She slept around, then left this town, |
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went looking for her Sun. |
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She flirts with the moons, |
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And lets them think they have her. |
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My cheeks are rosy-red, |
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I try to make her laugh but, |
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When she was young, she saw a film |
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Then packed her bags and marked a date. |
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The time has come, 2001, |
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She's on her own space odyssey. |
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I'm no cosmonaut, so I... |
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Tie an anchor to a woman, |
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Watch her chew through bone to set herself free. |
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She's not equipped for black holes |
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And I just want her in my arms. |
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I'm not equipped for long-term. |
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She's been here, |
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I smell her, |
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She's like the wind before the rain. |
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Naked, she'd tell me |
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Only stars know what she's really thinking. |
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She's in the arms of Jupiter, |
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I'll give back his moons in trade for her. |
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All beat and scarred he swears |
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The stars have taken her from me. |
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And I |
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Tie an anchor to a woman, |
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Watch her chew through bone to set herself free. |
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She's not equipped for black holes, |
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And I just want her in my arms. |
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I'm not equipped for long-term, |
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And I just want |
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I found my old sketches |
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Of flying packs, brown paper wings, and fire. |
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She slipped out the back door and left me, |
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So I learned to fly. |
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Light years fly by in search of you |
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Skin dries up, eyes go too. |
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Space ****lers say I should leave it alone, |
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The Milky Way traveler, well, he's seen it all. |
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Left Earth long ago to find a love of his own, |
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The lonely star juggler could never go home. |
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I'm no cosmonaut. |
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And I don't know anymore |
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There's little mean bugs in my veins |
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Can I stick to you, my love? |
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'Cause I'll stick to anyone |
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I'm in love with everyone |
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Bugs humming space hymns in my ear |
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I wake up stuck to someone |
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I wake up in other years. |
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Does anyone believe in time, |
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And do you feel the years slip by? |
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'Cause I do |
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Does anyone believe in age, |
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And do you see my skin drip off? |
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'Cause I do |
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Does anyone believe in love, |
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'Cause I've been face-to-face with her, |
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And I don't |
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Does anyone believe in God? |
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And do you feel the flames of Hell? |
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'Cause I do |
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Or maybe I just don't at all |
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It's really ****ing hot in here. |
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So I sit |
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In the streams of time and wait. |
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And I try |
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To convince myself that I am not to blame. |
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She swims with |
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And sleeps in every moon jelly she sees. |
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Such is life, |
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And such is me. |
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I'm asleep all the goddamn time, |
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I can't believe any of this is real. |
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It's ineffable, |
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It's all in my head. |
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My mind is melting, |
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And moving, |
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And stretching, |
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And teething. |
