(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss)
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Into this world we're thrown
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A lifeform without a home
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Clowns in a circus called the material world
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Gods without immortality, nothing to lose
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Nothing to gain, nothing to keep
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Shepherds of dreams
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We are what we are
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Lovers, losers, loners, leapers, liars
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The meaning of life and I want to touch
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Your astral body
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We are what we are
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Oh, we're so full of light, don't let it die
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And I want to touch your astral body
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And if I put pennies on your eyes
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Or pyramids on your grave
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Mysteries mountain high, one day I have to go
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But before I leave, I just want to feel love
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I want to touch somebody else than me
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We are what we are...
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Astral Body
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Alphaville |