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Space might be
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the final frontier,
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but, for now,
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I'm afraid we're both stuck here
|
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Love can leave
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a terrible stain,
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you scrub, you purify,
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but it won't come clean again
|
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the happiness I find,
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ride, ride, ride, ride
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back to you this time
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and do you really care?
|
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A big-time movie star
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gonna make me her pet...
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stroll across her universe
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in a big black fucking jet
|
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the happiness I find,
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ride, ride, ride, ride
|
back to you this time
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and do you really care?
|
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when you come, [call?]
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be sure to find,
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make yourself alive...
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is that my mistake
|
to put to cart before the flies?
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Space might be
|
the final frontier
|
hold that thought
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and just watch me disappear
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the happiness I find,
|
ride, ride, ride, ride
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back to you this time
|
ride, ride, ride, ride
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the happiness I find...
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now [I'll] ride, ride, ride, ride
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take me back this time
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no, no, no, no more
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(low muttering...ends with:)
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you can't help me!
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ride...ride...
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Ride
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| Low Pop Suicide |
