| I don’t have enough friends who walk with vacant stares
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| Whose hearts are really mine but whose minds live elsewhere
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| I don’t know enough people who stay up at night
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| Who talk themselves in circles and never say they’re right
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| Poised upon the edge of where I’ve never been
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| Strains of the old country like a requiem
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| The past pulls on our heels like it was gravity
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| A border guard with orders to show no mercy
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| How’m I gonna get myself to Heaven?
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| How’m I gonna get myself to Heaven?
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| Meet me by sedans above the cobbled street
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| They’re under lunar lights that pulse the air-like strings
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| Speaking about our secrets unafraid to dream
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| Breathing on each others' hopes with paraffin
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| How’m I gonna get myself to Heaven?
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| How’m I gonna get myself to Heaven?
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| Cut the ropes that keep us tethered
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| Stand out on the beach together
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| Build the camp out in the desert
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| Stargazers of the world unite
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| Stargazers of the world unite
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| So climb up on the tallest building
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| Leave your baggage, bring your children
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| The sky is ours if we are willing
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| Stargazers of the world unite
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| Stargazers of the world unite
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| Woooh
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| Woooh
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| Woooh
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| Woooh
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| I wanna get to a good, good place
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| I wanna get to a good, good place
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| I wanna get to a good, good place
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| I wanna get to a good, good place
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| I wanna get to a good, good place
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| Stargazers…
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| I wanna get to a good, good place
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| Stargazers…
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| I wanna get to a good, good place |