| You’re not alone
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| You got a million people sharing your bed
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| Let’s call it home
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| You’ve got the earth’s crust over your head
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| We’ve got you building satelites
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| To protect you from the lights
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| The lights we haven’t shown you
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| We all deserve the sun
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| But there’s nothing to be done
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| The future has outgrown you
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| What could be wrong with them?
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| We’ve given them everything
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| Send someone to humour them
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| What could be wrong?
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| Zero, zero
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| A mile and a half underground
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| Zero, zero
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| The lovers here do not make a sound
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| It’s just a hole
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| And nobody here remembers the sun
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| We want a soul
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| We want to feel like our lives have begun
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| But down here in the dirt
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| There is gravity and work
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| And cavities of coldness
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| No concept of the time
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| No tasting of the wine
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| Just the ringing of our oldness
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| What could be wrong with them?
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| It’s time to escape, my friend
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| The chance may not come again
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| What could be wrong?
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| Zero, zero
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| A mile and a half underground
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| Zero, zero
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| The lovers here do not make a sound
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| Zero, zero
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| A mile and a half underground
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| Zero, zero
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| The lovers here do not make a sound
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| Zero, zero
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| A mile and a half underground
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| Zero, zero
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| The lovers here do not make a sound
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| Zero, zero
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| A mile and a half underground
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| Zero, zero
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| The lovers here do not make a sound
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| End |