| There is space all around us
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| Space that occupies the length of the sky from the ground up
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| It abounds and astounds us
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| Space that we just can’t wait to eliminate when we’ve found lust
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| And the very thing we pray for when our mates are starting to hound us
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| The sound of space silent, and breaking the speed of sound is violent
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| But it’s necessary to crack the atmosphere to find it
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| There’s Space between cars when you’ve sped in the streets that should never
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| Be breached or you’re dead and deceased
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| There’s even space between Letterman’s teeth
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| You’d better increase the space between us
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| Cause personal space invaders get their gender planets switched from Mars to
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| Venus
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| Banished into uncharted regions, sandwiched between millenniums
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| Challengers get brandished as wasted space like their perineum’s
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| Space is at a premium, so guard your place
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| It’s hard to take a harsher fate, than cats jacking your parking space
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| Your car’s displaced, and I fit in where I can, and if you’re a guy
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| Your petitioning women to fill up the space between their thighs
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| And I’ve realized that space is what makes safer sex
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| Relying on rubbers that won’t break or stretch, to place your bets
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| I raise the question and most heads will take a guess
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| Why? |
| Cause most cats ain’t smart enough to be Astronauts
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| But make amazing Space Cadets
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| I’m acing tests, cause I’m known perform with grace
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| Scorching 'em over breaks — my mind serves as my lyrical storage space
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| I’ve scorched the bass drum, and I’ve spared snares when the board’s recording
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| My big bang theory states that space got more suns than George Foreman
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| I’m tormenting rappers that are 2 faced cheaters
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| Claiming their block is hot
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| But only with the power set to max on their space heaters
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| The waste they feed us is alarming
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| Their CDs are overpriced like living space in lower Manhattan apartments
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| There’s space in a coffin, for your remains to be rotten
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| Space that is made of stars, and space that’s contained in a carton
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| Space in this game for those willing to suffer pain
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| Space for a new thought to stuff in your brain
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| But there’s no space in my FUCKING name |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Space , by - Something Corporate. Song from the album Played In Space: The Best of Something Corporate, in the genre Иностранный рок