| I can’t live another life
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| Spend another time
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| I can’t spit another rhyme on Gaia
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| Guns and wars won’t stop the fights
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| Not inside your mind
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| Love and communion, there’s nothing better
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| Cheeks get redder
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| There’s nothing better
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| Even in rough weather
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| It’s raining knives, like all the time
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| And I’m alive, Irayo Eywa, we’re alive
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| Marceline, I’m coming to get you, girl
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| We’re flying so high, catch a ride on Lady Unicorn
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| Marceline, I know you’re not real in this dimension, I mean
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| What’s up with your dad up in the nightosphere?
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| Your tears, they’re cleansing all my spheres
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| You touch my hair, I’m playing on your bass
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| But we don’t care, we’re messing up your space
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| You got nowhere to live, but you’ll go back to space
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| Huh… take me with you
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| I’m sick of mildew
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| I’m sick of all of these humans telling me what to do
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| They make you stupid, but we are from Nibiru
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| Remember your cosmic roots
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| Marceline, I’m coming to get you, girl
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| We’re flying so high, let’s catch a ride on Lady Unicorn
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| Marceline, Marceline
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| Marceline, you’re breathing in gasoline |