| What the fuck is you thinkin'
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| Better yet where the fuck is you goin'?
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| Get back to no star mappin'
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| Out here nobody knowin'
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| Time flyin' and you figured
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| You’d fly right along with it
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| Not hearin' no warnings
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| In the morning you go get it
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| Like thruster throttle play that out
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| Move a half a moon around
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| A galaxy you play that down
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| Like it’s nothing, nothing out
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| Of nothing leaves you wishin'
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| Every day that they was still around
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| Soakin' in the corridor corroding
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| While you mill about
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| ‘Bout a million miles a millimeter
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| Doesn’t really mean nothing
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| ‘Cause your body is bone marrow
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| And blood can never be trusted
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| It won’t last to the nearest
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| Destination because functions
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| You could load into the chamber
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| And treat sleep like it’s a punch-in
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| Space is wavy, follow form it, analyze it spectrally
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| The specter in the spectrum
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| On inspection is an entity
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| You call it god, or man, or woman
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| Love or hope, it’s all the same
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| A nickel-bag philosophy, a beta boost inside a brain
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| No home, you’ve been there
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| Clearly off safety
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| No destination
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| No time for waiting
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| Saviors are fiction
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| Memories fading like ghosts, ghosts, go
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| Baby don’t sleep
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| Baby don’t sleep too much
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| Baby don’t sleep
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| Baby don’t sleep too much
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| Baby don’t sleep
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| Baby don’t sleep too much
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| Baby don’t sleep
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| Baby don’t sleep
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| Conversation is tough when ya think
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| Too much ‘bout the medals
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| Most time is spent silently
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| Just monitoring your levels
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| Scanning for the Clay Ark
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| And the blood pressure, and stay dark
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| It’s off long enough so your days aren’t
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| Just arbitrary, though they are
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| Nothing is familiar
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| So the strange become the family
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| Analogies are old and useless
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| When was the last time you had a tree
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| For reference or for reverence
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| Irrevocable amnesty
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| For sure, by now, you’re so far gone
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| To track would be insanity
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| Ingrain all the membranes
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| You get conscience as a dark spot
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| Heavier than the other antimatters
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| In your stark thoughts
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| Can’t shake what you’ve done
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| No matter how far you outrun it
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| Amass that with the false fact
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| That somebody is coming
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| Delusional is easier than self examination
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| But you gotta make a choice of where you’re going
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| Because staying is surrendering
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| Since you might be the last that’s not an option
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| Get your shit together, lover boy, stop looking at the clock
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| No home, you’ve been there
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| Clearly off safety
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| No destination
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| No time for waiting
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| Saviors are fiction
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| Memories fading like ghosts, ghosts, go
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| Baby don’t sleep
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| Baby don’t sleep too much
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| Baby don’t sleep
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| Baby don’t sleep too much
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| Baby don’t sleep
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| Baby don’t sleep too much
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| Baby don’t sleep
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| Baby don’t sleep |