| Introducing cosmic space, it’s an ordinary place
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| All the captives all the time, all the ghosts they’ll never find
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| I sail around the stars
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| Collecting specimens in jars
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| Some will struggle with their faith, but they never could escape
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| You see how it feels to hold the magic over them
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| Those the ones you could’ve been
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| But they never let you in
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| I thought about the times
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| Always forming into lines
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| It’s now or never day
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| No more ordinary way to be
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| All these shifting shapes are beautiful in different ways
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| These living artifacts remind us how we fill our days
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| And it seems they’re evaporating after all
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| Introducing cosmic space, shows the splinter, time we waste
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| Through the tendrils, through the spine
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| Through the ghosts we’ll never find
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| Exploding through the dreams of these ghosts we’ve never seen
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| exasperation
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| Alright, we can defeat the interlopers if we try
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| As they disappear from sight, wheel them gently toward the light
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| I thought about the times
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| Always forming into lines
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| It’s now or never day
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| No more ordinary way to be
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| All these shifting shapes are beautiful in different ways
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| These living artifacts remind us how we fill our days
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| And it seems they’re evaporating after all
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| And it seems they’re evaporating after all |