I'm alone above the atmosphere
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And no one looking up can find me here
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Cause I can close my eyes, and disappear
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When I climb the stairs to watch the sun
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Above station walls, the colors run
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To fill the swimming pool when I am done
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I am the captain of an oil tanker that travels through your veins
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When the satellites hang all around
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And I can hear the lovely sound
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When all the engines of the back room die down
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All the airships move across the sky
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And my equipment just keeps standing by
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The planets glow and intensify
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I am the pilot of a cargo airplane that travels through your veins
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When you are lying half asleep in your room
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Unaware if it is midnight or afternoon
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Because the water doesn't flood the stairwell
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It could be raining but you can never tell
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If you're alone in this awful downpour
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Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
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In the evening night the boulevard
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Conceals the night with disregard
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For all the workers in a west coast ship yard
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When I rearrange the silverware
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And re-install the lights and captain's chair
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I'll lift the ceiling off to breathe the ocean air
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I am the engineer of forty freight trains that travels through your veins
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When you are lying half asleep in your room
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Unaware if it is midnight or afternoon
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Because the water doesn't flood the stairwell
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It could be raining but you can never tell
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If you're awake in this awful downpour
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Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door
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When you are swimming in Miami at night
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And all around you are the traffic and city lights
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Swimming In Miami
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| Owl City |
