S.O.S.
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I'm burned out.
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I try to transmit from the dead star.
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Solar flare, then black out.
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I hope knowing hope won't go too far.
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I know that the one who strays is the one who gets
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The better half.
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It's hard to ignore
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Now that it's said.
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You've been knocked off course.
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Don't fear;
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Someone will come for you.
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Lioness.
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Well, they only feed the
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Ugly parts of you.
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Lioness.
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Well, you scarred them all in
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Ways you never knew.
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Resucitate.
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Open eyes.
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We start to pick through the wreckage.
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Seconds late;
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Right on time.
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But can we decipher the message?
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I know that the one who strays is the one who gets
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The better half.
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It's hard to ignore
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Now that it's said.
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You've been blown off course.
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Sit tight;
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Someone'll salvage you.
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Lioness.
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Well, they only feed the
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Ugly parts of you.
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Lioness.
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Well, you scarred them all in
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Ways you never knew.
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Lioness.
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When the meanness finally
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Takes it's toll on you.
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Lioness.
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Lioness.
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Lioness.
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Well, they only feed the
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Ugly parts of you.
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Lioness.
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Well, you've scarred them all in
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Ways you never knew.
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Lioness.
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Well the very things of
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Helping haunting you.
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Lioness.
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Lioness.
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Lioness
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| Caviar |
