| We are the sad, sad people, those scared, scared, scared
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| Scared eyes, insane, unseen an island, inside, inside out minds
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| Unbeing dead isn’t being alive, what’s wrong with the air?
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| What’s wrong with the air? |
| What’s wrong with the air?
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| What’s wrong with the air?
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| The red line when the sky ends, the pretty ugly lives
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| Can’t take your car to heaven, can’t take God for a drive
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| Unbeing dead isn’t being alive, what’s wrong with the air?
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| What’s wrong with the air? |
| What’s wrong with the air?
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| What’s wrong with the air? |
| What’s wrong with the air?
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| What’s wrong with the sky? |
| What’s wrong with your eyes?
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| What’s wrong with the air? |
| What’s wrong with the sky
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| Around you, around you, around you, around you?
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| In mourning for the morning, you laughed yourself into the afternoon
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| You thought was endless, you wanted to be weightless
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| Unbeing dead isn’t being alive, what’s wrong with the air?
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| What’s wrong with the air? |
| What’s wrong with the air?
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| What’s wrong with the air? |
| What’s wrong with the air?
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| What’s wrong with the sky? |
| What’s wrong with your eyes?
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| What’s wrong with the air? |
| What’s wrong with the sky
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| Around you, around you, around you, around you
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| Around you, around you, around you, around you?
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| You wanted to be weightless, you didn’t want to wait
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| You wanted to be weightless, you didn’t want to wait
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| You wanted to be brainless, you didn’t want to think
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| You wanted to be shameless, you didn’t want to, want to |