| Miles away
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| That’s where I wanna fly today
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| A hurricane
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| Is spiraling inside of me
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| Honestly, I think there’s something wrong with me
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| I sell my young life by the hour
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| For way too fucking cheap
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| It’s a black wave, my love
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| We gotta keep our head above
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| So lean back, lean back oh
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| Tonight don’t worry ‘bout the feedback
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| Lean back, oh
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| Lean back, lean back, oh
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| Tonight don’t worry ‘bout the feed back
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| Lean back, oh
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| Space cadet
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| We’re burning our return ticket
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| We’ll seize the day
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| And we won’t post a thing about it
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| ‘Cause now I see
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| There’s rally nothing wrong with me
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| So lean back, lean back oh
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| Tonight don’t worry ‘bout th feedback
|
| Lean back, oh
|
| Lean back, lean back, oh
|
| Tonight don’t worry ‘bout the feed back
|
| Lean back, oh
|
| So lean back, lean back oh
|
| Tonight don’t worry ‘bout the feedback
|
| Lean back, oh
|
| Lean back, lean back, oh
|
| Tonight don’t worry ‘bout the feed back
|
| Lean back, oh
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| Miles away
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| That’s where I wanna fly today |