begin the sucking son wakes me up at night
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the ghost of innocence turns off the light and i can't
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breath!
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i'm chocking on my lungs
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and i can't stay in your spaceship
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no more!
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they know my name
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they know my age
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i heard them laughing when the leader said my name
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my name
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"now i begin to sense a sort of atmosphere stemming from delusions
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leading to unusual visionary conciousness the shaman rest my sould"
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now i can't
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breath!
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i'm chocking on my lungs
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and i can't stay in your spaceship
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no more!
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whoa: oh-oh please come in mission control!
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woaa: oh-oh one million light years from her!
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One Million Light Years From Her
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| Michale Graves |
