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It's not we who fly, it's the ground that's slipping away from under our feet
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Then back, and the body sinks to the bottom.
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It's not we who fly, it's the ground that's slipping away from under our feet
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Then back, and the body sinks to the bottom.
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OK!
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I close my eyes put the fucking style in my ears
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I open my eyes and see everyday life, fucking movie
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Freeze frame, motor, zoom, 100x repeat,
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And someone was stock and rasta and then,
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But now I'm going like a sports car on a spur.
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Let's dream with me, here we are just at the start
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Yes, now let's fly tight Nikes rested on the asphalt
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We fry this mechanism
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Spring stiffness k sigma f fraction own weight
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Flight seen from afar
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But if everything is wrong, if everything is wrong
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If we don’t fly, well, as an option.
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If the planet itself tears off its plane from its feet
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Flying away, leaving bodies in weightlessness
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I push the globe with Nikes, let's catch it from the other side
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You flew now, please accept the sole
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The harder you push, the higher your body is in blue and white
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Above the sky, then back at the speed of light
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Chorus:
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It's not we who fly, it's the ground that's slipping away from under our feet
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Then back, and the body sinks to the bottom.
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It's not we who fly, it's the ground that's slipping away from under our feet
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Then back, and the body sinks to the bottom.
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You know this feeling
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Do you understand what I mean guy
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When there is a crowd of sharks around, and you give
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They said you don't waste a single cent,
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But you are on stage, here they are all at your concert
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Threw not weakly through life from utopia to crisis
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There were many roads, employment and business
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At the bottom of the swamp you can't see a damn thing
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Mortgage and leasing, at least take a mortgage and go
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For permanent residence to the Marquises. |
Bombed the roads at night
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I went to bed feeling like a miserable freak, a faggot
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With a constant cold, I did not know what would happen tomorrow
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Yes, a salvo from all guns! |
And don't care
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The stars will not come down to me, to my bed.
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To get them you need to fly, let's fly,
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To catch up with them you need to fly, let's fly,
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A volley from all the guns, and I don't give a damn,
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The stars will not come down to me, to my bed.
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To get them you need to fly, let's fly,
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To catch up with them you need to fly, let's fly.
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Volley from all guns.
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Chorus:
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It's not we who fly, it's the ground that's slipping away from under our feet
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Then back, and the body sinks to the bottom.
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It's not we who fly, it's the ground that's slipping away from under our feet
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Then back, and the body sinks to the bottom.
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