| Great part, love your pieces
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| I speak openly, you secrets
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| Peak blue roses on your peaches
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| Eat it up and spit the leeches
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| We no protector
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| I have not seen her protector
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| I will not be her projector
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| I will not be her pussy, sir
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| I orbit space and time and love
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| It’s like two clouds and diamond doves
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| I love you not and yes I’d love to be
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| Into space and god above
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| Turn the orbit it will be
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| The day and night both at my feet
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| My flower good enough to eat
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| So drink up, drink up and send oh me
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| Me and kids dragging ember still light
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| But the soundtrack is stuck in rewind
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| It’s all the same, our orbit’s in place
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| Papa told me spurn out and retire
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| The dough we bow it for the night
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| It’s all the same, our orbit is in place
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| I’m on the radar, I own it for the fun of it
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| I wouldn’t wait up, I wake up way away from her
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| Is it direct or are we going metro way
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| I wouldn’t worry, I never wanna wear it all
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| Your orbit, your orbit, your orbit, your orbit
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| You, keep me at a meteor’s distance
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| Way, way across the carparel, listen
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| It’s cool, everyone’s someone’s fool
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| I’m never gonna bring no shame
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| A matrimal pain
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| I’m into it now, it’s all the same
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| Hate to hit you with the big «what's are we?»
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| I’m sorry, there’s no hurry
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| It’s all the same, our orbit is in place
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| I’m on the radar, I own it for the fun of it
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| I wouldn’t wait up, I wake up way away from her
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| Is it direct or are we going metro way
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| I wouldn’t worry, I never wanna wear it all
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| Your orbit, your orbit, your orbit, your orbit
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| Now, my legs are dangling off the edge of Saturn’s rings
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| I just considered waiting for my phone to ring
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| I had a dream that we were comets on a swing
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| I just been sitting waiting…
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| Hello, hello, hello!
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| Hey you should wait for the pause
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| I been stuck in the stars
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| Pluto and Venus and Mars
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| On my own simulator
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| One stop, then see you later
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| Tie me’s lighter than ai-er
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| Oh, my hai-er, looking much greyer over here
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| Lightyears travelling fate over there
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| Stuck in the clouds with a breeze on the kid
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| Singing «my she’s done a wing» with the kids
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| Bright stars, bright hearts, like ours
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| Never meant to heal our wounds and scars
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| Never meant to feel real love in stars
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| Only give the kids blue blood and Mars
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| Big bright stars on a big star ship
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| Taking your head and taking your shit
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| Kissy bright hips on the streams in a bit
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| Licking my lips, looking lit down yo
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| Your orbit, your orbit, your orbit, your orbit |