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Two stars are missing me |
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Jet waves are driving me |
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Things in nicer motions |
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We are hauling to space |
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G force is twisting the faith with superstition |
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A fatal premonition |
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You know you've got to envision |
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The fiery crash |
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Oh, close your eyes and you wake up |
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Face stuck to a vinyl settee |
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Oh, a lot is starting to break off |
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Just as you were starting to say |
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Someday I'll propose I don't know |
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These childs in magazines |
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Blue doves in the sea on and devote every monitor screen |
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You were caught in the cross fire |
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Where every human face is reaching for your knees or ears |
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Delivering position, a fatal premonition |
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Save our lives, you've got to envision |
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To save all our lives, you've got to envision |
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And to save all our lives, you've got to envision |
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The fiery crash, it's just a formality |
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Or must I explain, just a nod to mortality |
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Before you get on and before you get on a plane |
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Oh, close your eyes and you wake up |
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Face stuck to a vinyl settee |
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Oh, a lot is starting to break off |
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What was that you were going to say? |
