Where gravity is dead
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And the airplanes fly around
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Above the roaming bees
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And the buzzing town
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Above the tattered flags
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And the rotten show posters
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Above the clubs and microphones
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Above the jealous mouths
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That's where you've found yourself
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Riding into the sun
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On a raft made for one
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Red painted radio
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Towers sing you songs
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Not, not that something's wrong
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You've got 'em in your head
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But doesn't it get lonely
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Riding up there to the sun
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On a single raft for one
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Don't you wish for someone
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To pull you on a string
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Down from atmospheres
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Down into a clearing
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To kiss and box your ears?
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That's where you've found yourself
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Riding into the sun
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On a raft made for one
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Where Gravity Is Dead
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| Laura Veirs |
