| My sky is always cloudy and grey
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| Nothing really matters to me
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| Always striking out of the blue
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| The needle keeps on skipping the groove
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| Nothing you know is true
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| This journey’s gonna take till the end of time
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| Helplessly adrift into space
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| Familiar stars do not lead the way
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| Keeping me forever awake
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| I threw away whatever I held
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| Now I run the show by myself
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| Digging through the dirt for some gold
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| Searching for some light in my soul
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| So very far from home
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| This journey’s gonna take till the end of time
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| Helplessly adrift into space
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| Familiar stars do not lead the way
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| Been staring at the ceiling for days
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| The choir of voices will have their say
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| Keeping me forever awake
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| The constellations
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| Jumbled up, chopped and screwed
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| And every single written word in the papers
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| Nothing but alphabet soup
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| When the day turns to night, travelling backwards through time
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| For history’s to repeat itself
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| I find that I am
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| Helplessly adrift into space
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| Familiar stars do not lead the way
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| Keeping me forever awake |