| Let me see your identification
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| We don’t need see his identification
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| These aren’t the droids we’re looking for
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| He can go about his business
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| Move along, move along
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| Someone was in the pod
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| The tracks move off in this direction
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| This suit is hot…
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| I woke up in outer space, experienced a free fall
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| This shit is not a free-for-all, I’m living total recall
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| Me and all my friends are taking over past memories
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| Overloading sensories, inventively prone
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| It’s like Attack of the Clones with all these robots and drones
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| I hear the gears turnin' and churnin', they burnin' out my headphones
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| Determined not to let go, confirming there’s an echo
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| Below, in, and above and I’m returning to the threshold
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| Never let your flesh go cold, it means you’re old and dying
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| Staring out at supernovas, feels like an ocean line
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| Or watch as zero gravity deprives you of your body weigh
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| Loosing all your oxygen, makes it hard to concentrate
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| I’m the great explorer, float around in a shuttle
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| Touched down on solid ground so people call me P double
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| I see the rubble through the Hubble with the lenses like sights
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| Planet Earth to Major Tom, so have the time of your life
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| When the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
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| I’ll travel to the end of the universe and beyond
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| No sense of place, lost in outer space
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| I’m a man, dots on the mission
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| When the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
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| I’ll travel to the end of the universe and beyond
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| No sense of place, lost in outer space
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| I’m a man’s man, dots on the mission
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| The world in 2050, many men are shifty
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| Floating up in outer space, many men are with me
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| Landed on the planet Earth, was an angry man at birth
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| Was an angry man at first, stranded now I’m banded smurf
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| I’m a nice guy but I’m not gonna finish last
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| Startin' to look like Popeye, eat my fuckin' spinach fast
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| Blast a droid, blast an asteroid, still a master, boy
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| Hear me laughin' while I’m crafting up a crafty ploy
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| Standing out like I’m an orange storm trooper
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| Fuck a rapper like it’s foreign porn, stupid
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| I’m the little monster, I was born super
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| Had to kill my old self but I was torn, Looper
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| Uber awesome, blossom above the hemisphere
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| Group of possums, not to many men I fear
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| My mind is totally thrashed, my heart is fuckin' broken
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| Outspoken, hold this album like a lucky token
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| When the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
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| I’ll travel to the end of the universe and beyond
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| No sense of place, lost without a trace
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| I’m a man, dots on the mission
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| When the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
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| I’ll travel to the end of the universe and beyond
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| No sense of place, lost in outer space
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| I’m a man’s man, dots on the mission |