Are you sick of all this change?
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In a century that keeps feet so firmly off the ground,
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You can't stand this place.
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Well, I'm with you 'till the end,
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So let us both go to outer space.
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With nothing but pens and one will say,
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"When we come back..."
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Sleepy thoughts, seeing us as astronauts,
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But in your passenger seat I feel limitless.
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Success in the end, it all depends,
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On whether you're still my oldest friend.
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On the days you're suffering,
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Then the world is on my shoulders too.
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And if you ever died,
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I'd question going on without you.
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Would I make it to the end?
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Would I bother going to outer space,
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With nothing but a broken mind to keep me straight.
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And would I come back?
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Sleepy thoughts seeing us as astronauts,
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But in your passenger seat I feel limitless.
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Happiness in the end, it all depends,
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On whether you¡¯re still my oldest friend.
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Sleepy thoughts seeing us as astronauts,
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But in your passenger seat I feel limitless.
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Success in the end, it all depends,
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On whether you¡¯re still,
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On whether you¡¯re still,
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On whether you¡¯re still my oldest friend.
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Astronauts
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| Bribry |
