Starship myself to an island paradise,
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guided by stars.
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Given the chance I would leave this place,
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on a rocket ship for mars.
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Take away moonbag and your cowboy lies,
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my refill bottle of sky.
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'Cos I'm sick and I'm twisted like a Sunday masacre,
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stop me 'fore I die.
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Starship
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| Turin Brakes |
