| Everywhere I look, they are there…
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| What is everyone doing?
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| Going to a home?
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| Everywhere I look, they are there…
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| What is everyone doing?
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| Going to a home?
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| To a place that makes us feel warm…
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| A place that grants us a smile.
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| Grants us a smile.
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| Seems like a very simple idea, but not hardly figured out.
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| I just see faces.
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| Faces staring blank as they go on with the routine.
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| I just see faces.
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| Faces staring blank as they go on with the routine.
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| This routine.
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| Nothing new… it’s time to go through with this.
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| This routine.
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| Nothing new… it’s time to go through with this.
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| This routine.
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| Nothing new… it’s time to go through with this.
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| A spaceman.
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| That’s what they say I am.
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| Nothing but a spaceman…
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| A spaceman.
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| That’s what they say I am.
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| Nothing but a spaceman…
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| Always pushing it all away.
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| Trying to get to that one place I call home.
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| The journey begins… forcing a new life with the unexplained…
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| A creeping rush that surrounds me.
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| Floating away.
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| Floating away.
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| Floating away.
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| Floating away.
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| Floating away.
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| Always pushing it all away.
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| Trying to get to that one place I call my home.
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| My own planet… I allowed this wish…
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| Unexpected… not knowing why.
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| Now knowing why.
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| Wonder why I question it now?
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| I’m my own planet…
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| Not many can experience this sensation.
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| Loneliness is creeping out…
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| Or in, however you think of it.
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| But it sure is surrounding me.
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| Maybe all the complaining is an occurrence of boredom.
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| I suppose it’s too late.
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| I am floating farther.
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| I am floating farther and farther away.
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| I am floating farther.
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| I am floating.
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| I did love, I did laugh, I did live.
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| A spaceman.
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| They say I am… a spaceman.
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| They say I am…
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| A spaceman.
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| They say I am… a spaceman.
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| They say I am…
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| Planets everywhere… my own destiny…
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| I’m floating towards the sun, the sun of nothing.
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| Floating towards the sun, the sun of nothing.
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| I have become the sun of nothing.
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| Nothing is here.
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| Memories are not clear.
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| I’m floating towards the sun, the sun of nothing.
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| Floating towards the sun, the sun of nothing.
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| Floating, floating, floating to the sun… farther away.
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| I can’t believe that’s what it has come to…
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| I never really had it all that bad.
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| I just looked around and never thought about the blank stares.
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| Blank stares.
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| They were looking into something much worse than what I thought I was.
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| Selfishness is a very sticky quality of this species.
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| Looking around… I don’t see any faces…
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| Yes, I am lonely.
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| It’s to be expected.
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| It’s to be expected. |