| Teleport me to a galaxy
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| I’ve never been before, oh
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| Blast with all this company
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| What do I need people for, oh?
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| My batteries are running dry
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| Is it time to turn them off, oh?
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| Vanity is misery
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| I can’t find my pride at all, oh
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| I’m an ex-believer
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| And under-acheiver
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| Can’t find my receiver
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| Think it’s automatic
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| I’ll always hone on static
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| I’ll figure it out
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| I get lonely so fast and now I feel lonely
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| Though I’m not alone, oh
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| What you thought won’t last the night
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| And you’re softly praying to go home, oh
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| Need to bend off, feeling’s fear
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| And now there’s nothing left to say
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| What’s the sense of being near myself
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| When I’m so far away?
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| I’m an ex-believer
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| And under-acheiver
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| Can’t find my receiver
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| Think it’s automatic
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| I’ll always hone on static
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| I’ll figure it out
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| I’m an ex-believer
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| But they know it
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| And they don’t say a thing
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| (Feel alone, feel alone, feel alone)
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| I’m an ex-believer
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| But they know it
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| And they don’t say a thing
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| (Feel alone, feel alone, feel alone)
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| I’m an ex-believer
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| But they know it
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| And they don’t say a thing
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| (Feel alone, feel alone, feel alone)
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| I’m an ex-believer
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| But they know it
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| And they don’t say a thing |