| Falling out of place,
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| I found my feet in outer space.
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| I saw you there & it was so uncomfortable.
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| You said you weren't alone,
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| & That the earth is temporary.
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| The things you say, they don't
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| Strike me as your own.
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| A backwards thought takes hold a crowd,
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| But no one can say it out loud.
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| Passive aggressive tyrants,
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| Claiming to be giants.
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| Well I don't believe in mind control,
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| But I can't shake this feeling that I'm involved.
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| In something I don't understand,
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| If it's sinister or a master plan
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| Standing in place of the sun,
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| I'll watch from above.
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| The problems we've caused leave no clouds to make shapes from.
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| Only troubles we choose to ignore.
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| Now I realize,
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| It's not gravity pulling me down.
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| Someone's got in your ear
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| & Reminded you the strength of fear.
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| Don't give it in you're so
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| Much more than skin & bones.
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| Heart shaped lungs scream out for the unborn children,
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| Entering the world to be one of the billions
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| Of people here stuck in this rut (alone).
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| Heart shaped lungs scream out for the unborn children,
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| Entering the world to be one of the billions
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| Of people here with an uneasy feeling in their gut.
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| Don't fix it if its not broken,
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| I'm afraid it could be busted beyond repair.
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| I won't be helpless,
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| How do you just sit there?
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| Content with the life you've chosen,
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| Close & safe with everyone's nose in it.
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| Where did I sign my name on the dotted line?
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| Standing in place of the sun,
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| I'll watch from above.
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| The problems we've caused leave no clouds to make shapes from.
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| Only troubles we choose to ignore.
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| Now I realize,
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| It's not gravity pulling me down
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| & I must have missed the head count.
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| If I could make my voice clearer.
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| If I could make my point stand out.
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| Then maybe they would notice.
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| Radio silence echoes through the air.
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| I must've missed the headcount,
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| ‘Cause there's people everywhere.
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| Radio silence echoes through the air.
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| ‘Cause nobody's answering any of our prayers.
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| I can see a mans hands stretched out up toward the sun.
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| He's begging for his life back and his wrongs to be undone.
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| (If I could make my voice clearer, If I could make my point stand out)
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| Well I don't believe in mind control
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| But I can't shake this feeling that I'm involved,
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| In something that I can't understand,
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| A sinister plan. |