| Lets assume you were right
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| And play the game of charm and strange
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| And satellite
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| And when weve all had our fun
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| Deflate the stars
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| And put away the sun
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| And so we can call it a day
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| Cause Ill never prove that my motives were pure
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| So lets remove any question of cure
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| Cause even though youve made it pretty obscure
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| Baby, its clear, from here--
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| Youre losing your atmosphere
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| From here, youre losing it So lets assume it was true
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| Cause baby cant lift up a hand to swear to you
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| And whats the use of defense?
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| The hangers-on are too far gone for evidence
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| And that one was lost from the first
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| Cause Ill never prove that my motives were pure
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| So lets remove any question of cure
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| Cause even though youve made it pretty obscure
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| Baby, its clear, from here--
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| Youre losing your atmosphere
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| From here, youre losing it So have it your way
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| Whatever makes the best resume
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| Whatever you can throw in Wash, rinse and spin til its
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| Spun away--okay
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| But I wont be sticking around
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| Cause Ill never prove that my motives were pure
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| So lets remove any question of cure
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| Cause even though youve made it pretty obscure
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| Baby, its clear, from here--
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| Youre losing your atmosphere
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| From here, youre losing it |