| This really feels like flying
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| Am I lighter than air?
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| Perhaps I’m on the water, floating
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| God knows this could be anywhere
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| At least my lungs are still breathing
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| At least my heart still beats
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| At least my brain is still thinking
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| At least that’s what I believe
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| I believe I remember slippin'
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| Or maybe slidin' or trippin'
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| The whole damn scene was rippin'
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| Unstable and bitin' and sickenin'
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| I believe I remember slippin'
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| Or maybe slidin' or trippin'
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| The whole damn scene was rippin'
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| Unstable and bitin' and sickenin'
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| Get behind me
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| Stand back all you devils
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| Get behind me
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| Stand back all you devils
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| Get behind me (good God all mighty)
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| Stand back all you devils
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| Get behind me (good God all mighty)
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| Stand back all you devils
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| Get behind me, too
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| Get behind me
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| Get behind me
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| Get behind me
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| I’ve passed one hundred thousand houses
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| Every door wide open
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| And no place feels like home
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| How long must I keep going? |