| Call in the airstrike, tell them to make the drop
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| Initiate a cycle no one but you can stop
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| Would it be fair to say that you’re in love with love?
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| And is that enough?
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| I bet you feel really potent stuff
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| The shadows of doubt on how things turn out are typically gray
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| But even the stuck clock on the wall
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| Is right two times a day
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| But it’s still enough
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| Just how much distance means we’re on our own?
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| And can we be happy
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| Happy alone?
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| The universe opens up the door
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| And we go right in, it’s there, it’s new, it’s cool
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| It’s something we ain’t seen before
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| And five minutes in, an egg timer rings
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| To clip off our carefree flapping wings
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| Show us the things we can’t afford
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| And throw us overboard
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| But it’s still enough
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| Just how much distance means we’re on our own?
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| Until I see you off at home
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| Down the sidewalk in my head
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| I might be sinking like a stone
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| But perfectly happy
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| Just openly happy
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| In my home, I’ve always known
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| I gotta be happy alone
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| So burn the mail, destroy the phone
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| Yeah, I’d wanna be happy alone
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| The moving sky, the rocks below
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| All so perfectly happy alone
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| Our little hearts have turned to stone
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| I’d better be happy alone |