There¡¯s a million, billion, trillion stars but I¡¯m down here low
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Fussin¡¯ over scars on my soul, on my soul, on my soul, on my soul
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On my soul, I am so infinitesimal, oh
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They say it started with a big bang
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But they say it came out of a small thing
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Lately I¡¯m feeling like a big bang
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¡®Cause I¡¯ve been making something out of nothing¡¦Like my soul
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Millions and billions and trillions of stars but I¡¯m down here low
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Fussin¡¯ over scars on my soul, on my soul, on my soul, on my soul
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On my soul, I am so infinitesimal, oh
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They say it started with a big bang
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But they say it was really just a small thing
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Strangely I¡¯m feeling like a big bang
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¡®Cause I¡¯ve been making mountains out of concaves
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Do you ever really think about the grains?
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Every little one¡¯s got a million things
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Every little bit¡¯s got a billion bits, and that ain¡¯t it, no that ain¡¯t it
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And did you know that when you really get close
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Nothing really touches, bro, just kind of floats?
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So when you think it might just come to blows
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Just so you know, it won¡¯t, cause it can¡¯t, bro
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There¡¯s a million, billion, trillion stars but I¡¯m down here low
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Fussin¡¯ over scars on my soul, on my soul, on my soul, on my soul
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On my soul, I am so infinitesimal, oh
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They say it started with a big bang
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But they say it was really just a small thing
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Strangely I¡¯m feeling like a big bang
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¡®Cause I¡¯ve been making something out of nothing
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Like my soul, just like my soul, you think it¡¯s so infinitesimal
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Infinitesimal
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| Mother Mother |
