| Six feet underground
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| We move backwards now
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| At the speed of sound
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| We are nowhere now
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| Too much time to kill
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| Too much wasted air
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| Too much everything
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| There’s no need to think
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| Here above the clouds
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| I am free of all the crowds
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| And I float above the stars
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| And I feel the rush of love
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| Looking down at Earth
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| It is luminous, observe
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| We had every chance
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| But we never learn
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| We just make it worse
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| What we don’t deserve
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| The principle of love
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| Has no meaning here
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| 'Cause if you don’t live here
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| Better get out while you can
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| Here above the clouds
|
| I am free of all the crowds
|
| And I float above the stars
|
| And I feel the rush of love
|
| Looking down at Earth
|
| It is luminous, observe
|
| Here above the clouds
|
| I am free of all the crowds
|
| And I float above the stars
|
| And I feel the rush of love
|
| Looking down at Earth
|
| It is luminous, observe
|
| Six feet underground
|
| We move backwards now
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| At the speed of sound
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| We are nowhere now |