| Oh, this world’s starting to bring me down
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| The ocean’s rising and we’re all gonna drown
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| There’s a place where you and I can go
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| We can start this whole mess all over
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| Proxima B, bathed in the glow of Centauri
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| Proxima B, careless and free
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| Don’t try to tell me that there’s no second act
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| Say your goodbyes and get your suitcase back
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| So what’s the point of trying to save this place
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| There’s another out in outer space
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| Proxima B, from where return isn’t guaranteed
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| Proxima B, the stars are a sea
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| Proxima B, bathed in the glow of Centauri
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| Proxima B, careless and free
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| You and I are gonna get it right
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| We won’t make the same mistakes twice
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| Everybody’s starting to figure it out
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| And our little planet’s slowly drawing a crowd
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| Proxima B, I remember when it was just you and me
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| Proxima B, careless and free
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| Proxima B, from where return isn’t guaranteed
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| Proxima B, the stars are a sea |