Centre on the wide horizon
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Focus on the galaxy
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Sweep away your expectations
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and recognise your enemies
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I hear you talking to yourself
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You're stripping off for someone else
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You've got to learn to love yourself
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It's all that counts, there's little else
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You're always looking for affections
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and all its possibilities
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Your senses searching for attention
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in urgent need of gravity
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I think you think you're someone else
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You've got to learn to save yourself
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Before you find there's nothing left
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But bitterness
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And hollowness
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And afterglow
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And afterglow.
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Afterglow
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| Garbage |
