| From where I’m sat
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| I’ll earn some diamond rings and plaques
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| For when I’m sad
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| I turn my head and I cling to that
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| Bet it comes right back what I would have had
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| If I never gave any to you
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| Who’da known I was full the whole time like the moon (Ooh)
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| From where I’m sat
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| The moon looks likes dew in the grass
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| But your eyes are huge, can you tell if I’m doing bad?
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| Mother Earth, I been burnin' all this gas
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| Swipin' this plastic and driving too fast
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| Flying so probably buyin' in excess
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| But been paper baggin' and totin' no less
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| Brought me up to the stars, it was worth it we figured, but baby
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| What’s a deep breath if the air isn’t fresh?
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| Gotta clear it why you always so mysterious
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| I moved fast and you were furious
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| I was Mia, you were Brian, ain’t a cop but you were lyin'
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| I was massive, you were giant
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| All the other lights were silent
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| Only two left in the sky we starting intertwining, spinning
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| Black hole tunnel vision, but from where I’m sitting now
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| Helping out light the sky up
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| Seems like my only way up
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| Helping out is only what’s right
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| Baby you were up all night
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| Swipin' this plastic and driving too fast
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| Flying so probably buyin' in excess
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| But paper baggin' and toting no less
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| Your body carbon but not copied
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| Your body cosmically corralled me
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| Like gravity you keep on working on me
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| Like gravity you keep on working on me
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| From where I’m sat
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| Turning the wheel to come back
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| Feeling my tires all shaking in need of alignment and changing my brakes but
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| I’ll make it
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| Barely breathing you might wanna save it
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| Sitting where you stood
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| Before you turned the pages in our book
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| The shade dissipated, now I’m waiting here to cook
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| The waste we created need a way to make it good
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| Your face emaciated I would feed you if I could
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| All of the space we don’t leave
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| Filled with the things we don’t need
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| All that we built, all of the land that we filled
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| Swallowed this planets like pills
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| Baby you were up all night
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| Swipin' this plastic and driving too fast
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| Flying so probably buyin' in excess
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| But paper baggin' and toting no less
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| Your body carbon but not copied
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| Your body cosmically corralled me
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| Like gravity you keep on working on me
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| Like gravity you keep on working on me
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| Like helium, lightheaded delirium
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| Like packs and pounds, you keep on breaking me down |