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I like to drive fast in my car, |
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But I know I won't get too far, |
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Before I see the setting sun |
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And stop my car and start to run |
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Towards the curved edge of the earth |
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That separates the sky from dirt. |
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In a meadow under stars |
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I realize how small we really are. |
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Since I am born of modern man |
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I find it hard to take a stand |
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For the laws of gravity |
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That demonstrate you're just like me. |
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Everyone I've ever met |
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Is so in love with wet cement, |
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And hands and feet pressed into it |
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Of all the people they will never know. |
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Our skin will rot and decompose |
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And we will become one of those |
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Where all the worms have made their homes, |
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But all our names will be in stone. "Oh no!" |
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Though I am afraid, |
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I will be alone for a while. |
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And yes I am afraid |
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That I will be alone for a while. |