| Gravity, it makes no sense to me
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| But it pulls me, just like you do
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| The higher I am, the harder into ground I will slam
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| It will kill me, it’ll be messy
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| Here I am, planted on the ground and waiting, waiting for it to pull me
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| If my logic isn’t sound, what’s keeping our feet on the ground?
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| An equation, or special occasion
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| Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be up in the clouds
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| But I’d worry, about coming down
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| Here we are, feeling worlds apart, yet sharing, the pull of gravity
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| Is it wrong, is it wrong, to be pulled along, by a song
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| By now, I should have it all figured out
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| But you’ve pulled my outer space apart
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| If gravity is embrace, and time the love we chase
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| Well my darling, you must be a star
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| Here I am, a meteoric stance as I give in, into the pulls |