I'm just in space like the rest of my race
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Changin' cells frome day I was born
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But I'm still the same though the meat has changed
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Something's holding me together that's for sure
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I find myself suspended in a vacuum
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A vacuum that goes either way
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But there must be something else to it
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'Cause the sun comes to me every day
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When I see the truth I see it with my own imagery
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It's my brain lying, trying to make me see,
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That the truths is so big that it runs eternity
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And small enough to fit inside me
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Far away past a star into the void inside of me
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Or smaller past the atoms that have nothing inside
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Just the same as a car or a leaf or a star
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Cannot move without command
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Something moves me and without it I'd be no more living
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Than a hole in the sand
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Hold my hand feel it's warm touch from the fire inside
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Hold my heart feel it's beating how I can't decide
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I don't control my sleeping or when I dream away
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But there must be something to it
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For I wake up everyday
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Lost in Space
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| Graeme Edge |
