| I don’t know what happened yesterday
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| Don’t tell me I don’t wanna know
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| Ruined towns are left in your eyes
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| I didn’t mean to break your stupid throne
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| I’m out, but, damn, it’s raining again
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| Bad ideas are always right on time
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| I’m dying of love and a bronchial cough
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| If you want them all go have them all
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| Watch me, I am a pilot now
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| I’ve swapped the traffic jams for space
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| Policemen ask what’s in the trunk
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| It’s full of your heads on silver plates
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| I’m out and ready for the track
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| Flying weather is always by my side
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| I have to hurry: I’m dying of love
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| And half the common world tears away my own
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| My Pluto’s blue
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| I’m going there
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| And I can stay there as long as I want
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| As long as I want
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| Collecting stars
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| Hungry and nude collecting stars
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| Don’t tell me what happened yesterday
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| Don’t bother I already know
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| Burnt lands are left in your hands
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| They don’t recognize your stupid law
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| I’m out, but, damn, it’s raining again
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| Bad ideas are always right on time
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| I’m dying of love and a bronchial cough
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| Well, you want them all go have them all
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| My Pluto’s blue
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| I’m going there
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| And I can stay there as long as I want
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| Collecting stars |