| S.O.S. |
| I’m burned out
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| I try to transmit from the dead star
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| Solar flare, then black out
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| I hope knowing hope won’t go too far
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| I know that the one who strays
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| Is the one who gets the better half
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| It’s hard to ignore
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| Now that it’s said
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| You’ve been knocked off course
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| Don’t fear
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| Someone will come for you
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| Lioness, well they only feed
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| The ugly parts of you
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| Lioness, well you scarred them all in
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| Ways you never knew
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| Resuscitate, open eyes
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| We start to pick through the wreckage
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| Seconds late right on time
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| But can we decipher the message?
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| I know that the one who strays
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| Is the one who gets the better half
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| It’s hard to ignore
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| Now that it’s said
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| You’ve been blown off course
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| Sit tight
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| Someone’ll salvage you
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| Lioness, well they only feed
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| The ugly parts of you
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| Lioness, well you scarred them all in
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| Ways you never knew
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| Lioness, when the meanness finally
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| Takes it’s toll on you
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| Lioness, lioness
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| Lioness, well they only feed
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| The ugly parts of you
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| Lioness, well you scarred them all in
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| Ways you never knew
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| Lioness, well the very things of
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| Helping haunting you
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| Lioness, lioness |