| Coming from afar and heading for the sun
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| I think of us when we were molecules
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| Sleeping in the dark and like a loaded gun
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| Waiting for reactions to occur
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| Planted like a seed into the ground
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| It grew the strangest flower, it grew the strangest flower
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| Following a pattern buried deep within
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| And replicating endlessly the same
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| Now we’re always on the run and staring over
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| And always keeping one eye on the sky
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| Cold inside somehow it thrived
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| No one knows the way this wind will blow
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| Will we ever see life in the sky?
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| And maybe recognize ourselves in it
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| 'Cause look into our eyes and you will see
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| A stranger far away from home
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| Will we ever see life in the sky?
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| And maybe recognize ourselves in it
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| 'Cause look into our eyes and you will see
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| A stranger far away from home
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| Cold inside somehow it thrived
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| No one knows the way this wind will blow
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| Cold inside somehow it thrived
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| No one knows the way this wind will blow |