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Floating right by me in a velvet dress |
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She seems so totally out of place, in outer space |
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I must be delusional, a real head case |
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because the lunar surface is the wrong address in such a dress |
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But i saw her eyes, she was real |
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was she wearing that dress just for me? |
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and i'm all inside out now |
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There is a space in my heart |
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An infinite casing of darkness |
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There is a space in my heart |
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waiting to be filled by her |
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I've surfed on comets through cosmic debris |
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and still here I am, lost at the sea of tranquility |
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I got no chance to get home, the only place for me |
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is inside this helmet that i'm living in, breathing in |
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But her eyes, they were real |
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did she sky-rocket out here just for me? |
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and it's all inside out now |
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There is a space in my heart |
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An infinite casing of darkness |
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There is a space in my heart |
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waiting to be filled by her |
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Dark matter clustered in a phoenix way |
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Implosions on a galactic scale |
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There is a space in her heart |
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An infinite casing of darkness |
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An empty old space in her heart |
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I see her face in the stars |
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Supernovas and pulsars |
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There is a space in my heart |
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I can't get out of it |
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I can't get out of it |
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I can't get out of it |
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I can't get out of it |
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I can't get out of it |
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I can't get out of it |
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I can't get out of it |
