| She sleeps with the planets. |
| I know because I’ve seen it.
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| I sleep next to science, wishing it were her.
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| We were once a product of conservative America.
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| She slept around, then left this town and went looking for her Sun.
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| She flirts with the moons, and lets them think they have her.
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| My cheeks a rosy red, I try to make her laugh but,
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| When she was young, she saw a film,
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| Then packed her bags and marked a date.
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| The time has come, two thousand one, she’s on her own space odyssey
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| I’m no cosmonaut, so I tie an anchor to a woman.
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| Watch her chew through bone to set herself free.
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| She’s not equipped for black holes,
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| and I just want her in my arms.
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| I’m not equipped for long-term.
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| She’s been here, I smell her, she’s like the wind before the rain.
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| Naked, she’d tell me only stars know what she’s really thinking
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| She was in the arms of Jupiter.
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| I’ll give back his moons in trade for her.
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| All beat and scarred he swears the stars have taken her from me.
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| I tie an anchor to a woman.
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| Watch her chew through bone to set herself free.
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| She’s not equipped for black holes.
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| I just want her in my arms.
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| I’m not quite equipped for long term, and I just want…
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| I found my old sketches of flying packs, brown paper wings, and fire.
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| She slipped out the back door and left me, so I learned to fly.
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| Years fly by, in search of you,
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| My skin dries up my sight goes, too.
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| The space fucklers say I should leave it alone.
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| The milky way traveler, well, he’s seen it all.
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| He left Earth long ago to find a love of his own,
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| The lonely star juggler could never go home.
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| Um no, 'cause men ought…
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| And I don’t know anymore.
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| There’s little mean bugs in my veins.
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| Can I stick to you, my love?
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| 'Cause I’ll stick to anyone.
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| I’m in love with everyone.
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| Bugs humming space hymns in my ears.
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| I wake up stuck to someone.
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| I wake up in other years…
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| Does anyone believe in time?
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| And do you feel the years slip by? |
| 'Cause I do.
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| Does anyone believe in age?
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| And do you see my skin drip off? |
| 'Cause I do.
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| Does anyone believe in love?
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| 'Cause I’ve been face to face with her, and I don’t.
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| Does anyone believe in God?
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| And do you feel the flames of Hell? |
| 'Cause I do.
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| Or maybe I don’t at all.
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| It’s just really fucking hot in here…
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| So I sit, in the streams of time and wait.
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| And I try, to convince myself that I am not to blame.
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| And she swims with, and sleeps in every moon jelly she sees.
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| Such is life,
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| Such is me.
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| I’m asleep all the God damn time.
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| And I can’t believe any of this is real.
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| It’s ineffable.
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| This is all in my head.
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| (Thanks to over indulgence)
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| My mind is now melting and moving and stretching and teething. |