| There’s a little old man, who can get his hands
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| On a brand new silver planet
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| Walks the walk, and he talks the talk
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| If I had the world he could have it
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| For every question there are ways to shoot it down
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| Well there’s a greenback, a green light
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| So we suggest we get this new thing off the ground
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| But I can’t stand the gravity, can’t stand it
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| The way you handled it, I got to hand it to you
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| No I can’t stand the gravity, understand it
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| The way you handled it, I’m coming out of my shoes
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| Shudder, and wind me up
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| Like a toy on my first day of school
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| Stranded, abandoned
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| It’s the rent and I’m out of food
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| For every answer there are questions to spare
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| It’s nothing but convenience though it’s not convenient
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| We ain’t going anywhere
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| But I can’t stand the gravity, can’t stand it
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| The way you handled it, I come and hand it to you
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| But I can’t stand the gravity, understand it
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| The way you handled it, I’m coming out of my shoes
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| Come on home
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| Drifting up alone
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| Burning away
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| Up in the space
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| Lie down in a dream
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| Tell me whatcha need
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| Just a circuitry
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| It’s only sanctity
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| Live how you wanna live
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| Circle like a satellite
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| Like a shooting star, still flickering, still glowing
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| The room is still on fire
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| For every answer there are ways to shoot it down
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| Down on the cold ground do you believe that this time you are comin' round
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| But I can’t stand the gravity, can’t stand it
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| The way you handled it, I come and hand it to you
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| No I can’t stand the gravity, can’t stand it
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| The way you handled it, I’m coming out of my shoes
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| Lie down in a dream
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| Tell me whatcha need
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| It’s only sanctity
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| Just a circuitry
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| Live how you wanna live
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| Like a Shooting star
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| Like candle light, still flickering
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| Floating like a bumble bee, in a whirlwind, blowing
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| Like a candle light
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| Starting to disintegrate |