I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground
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You'd prefer an astronaut
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Someone to relate to and someone to command
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and I will be a simple man
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I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
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and synchronize and shine
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A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies
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It's still the same to me
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It's a waste of a song
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It's a waste of a song
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You're a waste of my lungs
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It's a waste of a song
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I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun
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and I will be an astronaut
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For I have come to surface to catch some light and feed
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and I have everything I need
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And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
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and synchronize and shine
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A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies
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You're still the same to me
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You're a waste of a song
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You're a waste of my lungs
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It's a waste of a song
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It's a waste of a song
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You're a waste of my lungs
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You're a waste of a song
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I'd Like Your Hair Long
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