| Where will you run when this is through?
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| We hold the sun without you
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| We travel on this road again
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| Thinking like the cosmonaut
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| One hose for oxygen
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| And a suit to keep my ghost in
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| Ah, the air is getting so thin
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| Can you be the one, be the one?
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| Ah, memories are rushing in
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| Where will you run when this is through?
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| Something’s got to change the road I’m on
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| We hold the sun without you
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| Something’s got to change
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| We’ve traveled on this road again
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| Thinking like the cosmonauts
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| Cursed the ground for its predictable state
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| The farther we get the more we want it
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| Can you be the one, be the one
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| Ah, the air is getting so this
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| Ah, no pretty consolation
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| Where will you run when this is through?
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| Something’s got to change this road I’m on
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| We hold the sun without you
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| Something’s got to change
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| Fragile place in this can helpless floating
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| I told her I’d come back
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| Countless hours that I trained
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| Perfecting myself only to dissipate
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| And sometimes, it’s an illusion
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| When everything calls your name
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| It’s always confusion
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| When you think, when you think |
| Things never change
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| Where will you run when this is through?
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| Something’s got to change I’m on
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| We hold the sun without you
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| Something’s got to change
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| With every last breath I take
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| I realize I wanted everything, I needed to escape
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| How in the world can infinity
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| Seem so claustrophobic, how in the world |