| Two
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| Three
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| Five
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| Seven
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| Ey, ey
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| Are you from here or outer space?
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| Ey, ey
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| Get out my face
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| Ey, ey
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| Are you from here or outer space?
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| Ey, ey
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| Get in the zone or get out my face
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| All my teachers told me I’m a dreamer such a waste of breath
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| But I’ve been used to lack of oxygen cause I’m a space cadet
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| The lessons that they teach won’t help me reach the place I’m trying to get
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| So I done built myself a ship so stealth that they would never see my face again
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| Ey, ey
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| Are you from here or outer space?
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| Ey, ey
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| Get out my face
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| Ey, ey
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| Are you from here or outer space?
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| Ey, ey
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| Get in the zone or get out my face
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| The only memory of me is staring while I sat
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| Writing in the park while you smoked drugs on your back
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| Both of us were truants sneaking out before the locks latched
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| And the only difference I was writing poems while you fucking laughed
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| Acting like the moment was fleeting right from the very start
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| Maybe that’s the problem I just thought about it way too hard
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| I’m a fucking drugged out
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| Prophet trying to tune in
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| To the frequencies I’m feeling when I’m straight cooling
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| Ey, ey
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| Are you from here or outer space?
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| Ey, ey
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| Get out my face
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| Ey, ey
|
| Are you from here or outer space?
|
| Ey, ey
|
| Get in the zone or get out my face
|
| All my teachers told me I’m a dreamer such a waste of breath
|
| But I’ve been used to lack of oxygen cause I’m a space cadet
|
| The lessons that they teach won’t help me reach the place I’m trying to get
|
| So I done built myself a ship so stealth that they would never see my face again
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| Ey, ey
|
| Are you from here or outer space?
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| Ey, ey
|
| Get out my face
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| Ey, ey
|
| Are you from here or outer space?
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| Ey, ey
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| Get in the zone or get out my face
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| I left the planet with a penny and a pair of wings
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| Hanging out on Saturn with a flask full of scary things
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| Rocking with oxygen
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| Pockets on opposite
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| My brains tweaked out over Hogrid Monuments
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| I need a when I jettison
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| Out into the planet of tapes and lost medicines
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| Rocket fuel double shot
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| Single malt galaxy
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| Makes me stop and face until the powers of your battery
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| Creation is perfect
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| We are the universe
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| Everything is where it is meant to be at every moment
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| The future is in our hands
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| The future is in our hands |