| Planet Earth, Planet Earth
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| Watch it spin, watch it spin
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| You and me, planet earth
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| And yes, yes, let’s let’s let’s get some takeout
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| Press our hearts together like when kids make Barbies make out
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| Let’s make out, no toothpaste
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| I only want to know how you taste
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| We don’t need to tie no shoelace
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| And we don’t need to pack no suitcase
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| To, to find a new place. |
| Let our moment linger
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| We’ll weave our hands together and then kiss this braid of fingers
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| Until the whisper, whisper of time’s undying rivers
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| Come decorate our skin with crow’s feet, spider-veins and fissures
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| But we won’t cry, we won’t cry, we’ll step into that cyclone
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| Together when we’re blinded and our minds erode like limestone
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| And all we can remember’s how we make each other feel, then…
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| Why don’t we get high and watch Planet Earth? |
| (x3)
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| Planet Earth, Planet Earth
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| Watch it spin, watch it spin
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| You and me, planet earth
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| Why don’t we get high and watch Planet Earth? |
| (x3)
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| Planet Earth, Planet Earth
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| Watch it spin, watch it spin
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| You and me, planet earth
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| …Ah, the hippies, ah, were sort of wide-eyed with floppy pants and things like
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| that. |
| I thought there were some good things about what they were doing—a lot of
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| good things, especially the sex… |