| Are you sick of all this change?
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| In a century that keeps feet so firmly off the ground
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| You can’t stand this place
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| Well, I’m with you till the end
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| So let us both go to outer space
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| With nothing but pens for what we’ll say
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| «When we come back…»
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| Sleepy thoughts, seeing us as astronauts
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| In your passenger seat I feel limitless
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| Success in the end, it all depends
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| On whether you’re still my oldest friend
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| On the days you’re suffering
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| Then the world is on my shoulders too
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| And if you ever died
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| I’d question going on without you
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| Would I make it till the end?
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| Would I bother going to outer space
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| With nothing but a broken mind to keep me safe
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| Would I come back?
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| Sleepy thoughts seeing us as astronauts
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| In your passenger seat I feel limitless
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| Success in the end, it all depends
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| On whether you’re still my oldest friend
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| Sleepy thoughts seeing us as astronauts
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| In your passenger seat I feel limitless
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| Success in the end, oh it all depends
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| On whether you’re still
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| On whether you’re still
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| My oldest.
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| Sleepy thoughts seeing us as astronauts
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| In your passenger seat I feel limitless
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| Success in the end, it all depends
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| On whether you’re still
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| My oldest friend |