| I’m ill again
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| And this time I am fucked
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| I probably shouldn’t have stayed out
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| But I couldn’t help getting drunk
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| Oh, this life that I have been prescribed
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| Is taking control of my head
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| I’m tethered to matters I don’t really like
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| Can you take me to your world instead
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| So I lose myself
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| And find a reason to care
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| Stored in thoughts with astronauts
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| On a universal carousel
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| So I’m bootlegging it around space
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| Trying to find out where I originate
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| There’s a neurologic correlation
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| That is relative to your relatives
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| 'Cause we’re all designed
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| To be alien
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| With atoms to hire
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| Subterranean
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| For every life kind
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| Trying to hide from entropy
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| I lost my sense
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| But I found a friend to talk
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| Addicted to fluorescent minds
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| And colourful dialogue
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| His ideas are all pear-shaped
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| 'Cause his brain and his heart are divorced
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| From a time long before me
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| So scattered and out of control
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| He’s on planet hopping endorphins
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| Waiting for life to be reinstalled
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| 'Cause we’re all designed
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| To be alien
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| With atoms to hire
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| Subterranean
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| For every life kind
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| Trying to hide from entropy
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| I had such a lovely time
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| Watching galaxies align
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| I could stay here for days
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| Making sunlight separate
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| To be alien
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| With atoms to hire
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| Subterranean
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| For every life kind
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| Trying to hide from entropy |