| I’m the same as I was when I was 6 years old
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| And oh, my God, I feel so old
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| I don’t really feel anything
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| On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
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| And oh, my God, they look so alone
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| Now, do they really feel anything?
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| Oh, my God, I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
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| Where do you move when what you’re moving from
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| Is yourself?
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| The universe works on a math equation
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| That never, ever, ever really ends
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| Infinity spirals out creation on the tip of its tongue
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| And it is saying
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| «We ain’t sure where you stand
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| You ain’t machines, and you ain’t land»
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| And the plants and the animals, they are linked
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| The plants and the animals eat each other
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| I’m the same as I was when I was 6 years old
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| And oh, my God, I feel so old
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| I don’t really feel anything
|
| On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
|
| And oh, my God, they look so alone
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| Now, do they really feel anything?
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| Oh, my God, I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
|
| Where do you move when what you’re moving from
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| Is yourself?
|
| The universe works on a math equation
|
| That never, ever, ever really ends
|
| Infinity spirals out creation on the tip of its tongue
|
| And it is saying
|
| «We ain’t sure where you stand
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| You ain’t machines, and you ain’t land»
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| The plants and the animals, they are linked
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| The plants and the animals eat each other
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| Well, oh, my God, and oh, my cat
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| I told my Dad what I need
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| Well, I know what I have and want
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| But I don’t know what I need
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| «Well,» he said, he said, he said, he said
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| «Where we’re going, I’m dead» |