| Easy to poke yourself square in the eye
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| Harder to like yourself, harder to try
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| These are Elvis poses
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| Postcards and neoprene
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| Roses a dollar a stem
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| Everyone sleeping or pulling the long haul and
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| Keys in the cooler it’s three AM
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| And saturn is beckoning no-one
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| Is off on its own
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| Is offering up
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| Late shift convenience store, burn out the lights
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| Telescope roof towards the north-western sky
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| You pulled the ladder and no-ones the wiser
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| You find your sights and discover
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| Saturn is orbiting nothing
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| Is off on its own
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| Is breaking from home
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| Harder to like yourself, harder to try
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| Easy to take off
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| You found the ladder in the pattern of your wrist
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| You’ve seen and you’ve marked horizions
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| Mother was difficult, she made you cry
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| Cover the mirror, look to the sky
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| You climb into your rocketship trying
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| Lift up and hold out your hands
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| Saturn is orbiting nothing
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| Is off on its own
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| Is breaking from home
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| Saturn is orbiting nothing
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| Is off on its own
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| Is breaking from home
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| Saturn return when you chase down its moons
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| Throw them into a new gravity
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| Harder to look yourself square in the eye
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| Easy to poke yourself, easy as pie
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| Easy to take off, harder to fly
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| Harder to wake Galileo |