| Drifting through the atmosphere
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| Through the afterglow
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| Witnessing one thousand lies
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| I’ll blow, where the wind blows
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| Falling in between the lines
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| Never fitting in
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| Someone tells me what’s my crime
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| Too thin
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| I’m too thin
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| Due to come back down due to come back down
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| Don’t wanna, don’t wanna land
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| Due to come back down, due to come back down
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| I don’t wanna, don’t wanna land
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| Don’t wanna, don’t wanna, land
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| Land
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| Land
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| This time I’ve a staring role
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| Hide the shape I’m in
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| I’m too old to sacrifice for gold, and skin
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| For gold
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| And skin
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| For gold
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| For gold
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| I don’t want to come back down, don’t want to land
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| Down, don’t want to come down, down don’t want to land
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| Down, don’t want to come down, down don’t want to land
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| Down, don’t want to come down, down don’t want to land
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| Drifting through the atmosphere
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| Floating through this land
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| Sifting through one thousand years
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| Of sand
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| All sand
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| Drifting through the atmosphere
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| Floating through this land
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| Sifting through one thousand years
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| Of sand
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| All sand
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| Drifting through the atmosphere
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| Floating through this land
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| Sifting through one thousand years
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| Of sand
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| All sand
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| Drifting through the atmosphere |