| If you’re picking up a pen, imagining a sword
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| If you think I’d never flown to the heights at which you soared
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| Picking up a pen, it’s like picking up a spade
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| To plant or sow a seed or digging your own grave
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| I’m made from stardust, like a planetary sun
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| Same DNA as stardust, like an elephants trunk
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| Is a snorkel full of water
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| Picking up a pen, imagining a sword
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| If you think I’d never flown to the heights to which you soared
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| Picking up a pen, it’s like picking up a spade
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| It’s a planet so it seems or digging your own grave
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| I’m made from stardust, like a planetary sun
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| Same DNA as stardust, like an elephants trunk
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| Is a snorkel full of water, is a snorkel full of water
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| Who’ll feed the young 'cause they’re starving
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| In this beautiful world that you marvel in
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| Who’d feed the young 'cause they’re hungry
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| In this beautiful world in that you live in for free
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| Same DNA as stardust, carbon-dated to last
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| Same DNA as stardust, from a time that has passed
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| I’m made from stardust, same DNA as stardust |