| I don’t get along with nobody, no
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| I think I need a planet of my own
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| I don’t get along with nobody, no
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| I think I need a planet of my own
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| They stop all the bickering when I step in the picture
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| Like the scene only pretty when I give it permission
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| The flowers, they only grow if I decide to let them
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| Forever progressing never did listen to what they tell us
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| I built me an Echo Chamber so I can hear my anger
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| It’s coming in loud and clear if I open there will be danger
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| I am cautious with every being, don’t matter if you’re a stranger
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| I wave in my own reflection, like how do you do my neighbor
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| I don’t get along with nobody, no
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| I think I need a planet of my own
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| I don’t get along with nobody, no
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| I think I need a planet of my own
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| Ride slow, ride slow, ride slow, ride slow
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| Take the desolation, you can’t be still calling on the phone
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| Our planet all (calling, calling)
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| I know if I run into the fog
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| I know if I run into the fog
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| Say you got cut off, say you got cut off
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| I don’t get along with nobody, no
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| I think I need a planet of my own
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| I don’t get along with nobody, no
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| I think I need a planet of my own |