| In space, the stars are no nearer
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| Just glitters like a morgue
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| And I dreamed I was a spaceman
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| Burned like a moth in a flame
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| And our world was so fucking gone
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| I’m not attached to your world
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| Nothing heals and nothing grows
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| I’m not attached to your world
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| Nothing heals and nothing grows
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| Because it’s a great big white world
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| And we are drained of our colors
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| We used to love ourselves
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| We used to love one another
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| All my stitches itch, my prescription’s low
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| I wish you were queen, just for today
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| In a world so white, what else could I say?
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| And hell was so cold
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| All the vases are so broken
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| And the roses tear our hands all open
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| Mother Mary, miscarry
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| But we pray just like insects
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| And the world is so ugly now
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| Because it’s a great big white world
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| And we are drained of our colors
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| We used to love ourselves
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| We used to love one another
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| All my stitches itch, my prescription’s low
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| I wish you were queen, just for today
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| All my stitches itch, my prescription’s low
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| I wish you were queen, just for today
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| In a world so white, what else could I say?
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| Because it’s a great big white world
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| And we are drained of our colors
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| We used to love ourselves
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| We used to love one another
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| All my stitches itch, my prescription’s low
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| I wish you were queen, just for today
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| All my stitches itch, my prescription’s low
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| I wish you were queen, just for today
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| In a world so white, what else could I say? |