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There's a little old man, who can get his hands |
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On a brand new silver planet |
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Walks the walk, and he talks the talk |
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If I had the world he could have it |
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For every question there are ways to shoot it down |
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Well there's a greenback, a green light |
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So we suggest we get this new thing off the ground |
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But I can't stand the gravity, can't stand it |
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The way you handled it, |
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I got to hand it to you |
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No I can't stand the gravity, understand it |
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The way you handled it, |
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I'm coming out of my shoes |
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Shudder, and wind me up |
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Like a toy on my first day of school |
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Stranded, abandoned |
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It's the rent and |
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I'm out of food |
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For every answer there are questions to spare |
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It's nothing but convenience though it's not convenient |
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We ain't going anywhere |
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But I can't stand the gravity, can't stand it |
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The way you handled it, |
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I come and hand it to you |
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But I can't stand the gravity, understand it |
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The way you handled it, |
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I'm coming out of my shoes |
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Come on home |
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Drifting up alone |
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Burning away |
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Up in the space |
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Lie down in a dream |
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Tell me whatcha need |
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Just a circuitry |
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It's only sanctity |
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Live how you wanna live |
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Circle like a satellite |
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Like a shooting star, still flickering, still glowing |
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The room is still on fire |
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For every answer there are ways to shoot it down |
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Down on the cold ground do you believe that this time you are comin' round |
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But I can't stand the gravity, can't stand it |
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The way you handled it, |
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I come and hand it to you |
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No I can't stand the gravity, can't stand it |
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The way you handled it, |
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I'm coming out of my shoes |
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Lie down in a dream |
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Tell me whatcha need |
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It's only sanctity |
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Just a circuitry |
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Live how you wanna live |
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Like a shooting star |
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Like candle light, still flickering |
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Floating like a bumble bee, in a whirlwind, blowing |
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Like a candle light |
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Starting to disintegrate |
