| Help me, I am watching atomic warfare from the safety of the moon
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| I am dancing sacrilegiously o' the sound of infectious tunes
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| There is no sunset, is no sunrise, things on earth don’t seem as they are
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| The opal planet I once called home is now revolving a dying star
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| Strange, awakening from cryonic sleep, I vacate my homely hemisphere
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| My soul travels on turbulent thoughts whilst my innards remain here
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| I feel pity for the ignorant one who leaves the egg but the shell remains
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| The severance of umbilical ties multiples his deepest pains
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| Through the eyes in my head I hear the purple flower’s scent
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| Casting shadows in the shade, lusting for the gates of jade
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| Through hallucinative wealth I cannot comprehend myself
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| Sterility, fertility, the life that dwells inside of me
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| I often stop to wonder whilst gazing to the sky
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| Is there life beyond the quasars, will I find out when I die?
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| Is there a being out there who gaze into the night
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| And see our burning star as a tiny spark of light?
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| Help me, I am watching atomic warfare from the safety of the moon
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| I am dancing sacrilegiously o' the sound of infectious tunes
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| There is no sunset, is no sunrise, things on earth don’t seem as they are
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| The opal planet I once called home is now revolving a dying star |