| The cold wind from space
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| Is blowing in my face
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| God, what am i doing here?
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| I wish i was a cat,
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| Then i’d know where it’s at
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| Sure has been a funny year
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| The dripping of the faucet
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| Puts a rhythm to my night
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| I walk around in time with it,
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| My footprints would be white
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| I touch my body, seeing
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| I’m still a human being
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| God, what am i doing here?
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| The shoreline disappears,
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| The view goes on for years
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| Time is like an endless sea,
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| I row my little boat,
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| And try to stay afloat
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| Dreaming of eternity
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| The music all around me
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| Puts an order to my day
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| But i am rarely high enough
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| To see the world that way
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| Oh please give me a sign.
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| Is all this nonsense mine?
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| God, what am i doing here? |