| I’m the last to go
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| I’m the only one on my side
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| (Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooooh ooh-oooooh oooh-oooooh)
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| You have to know
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| No one’s right, we’re just out of time
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| (Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooooh ooh-oooooh oooh-oooooh)
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| I’m not part of this
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| I’m innocent
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| Count down slow before we say goodbye
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| All the children ask, «Can you suit up?»
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| When your stomach turns, 'cause you know what you sold
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| Can I dance to a new love?
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| A love that carries me, but buries my soul
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Are we out of blame
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| For remembering a better life?
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| (Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooooh ooh-oooooh ooh-oooooh)
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| To save the world
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| Are we selling them suicide?
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| (Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooooh ooh-oooooh ooh-oooooh)
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| I’m not part of this
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| I’m innocent
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| Count down slow before we say goodbye
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| All the children ask, «Can you suit up?»
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| When your stomach turns, 'cause you know what you sold
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| Can I dance to a new love?
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| A love that carries me, but buries my soul
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Plasma engines, electric guns
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| Where we’re headed’s up to us
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| 'Cause the world keeps turning into dust
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| Living’s taking over for what loving was
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| I’m not part of this
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| Space politics
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| Count down slow before we say goodbye
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| All the children, «Can you suit up?»
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| When your stomach turns, 'cause you know what you sold
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| Can I dance to a new love?
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| A love that carries me, but buries my soul
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself
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| Get over, get over, get over yourself |