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The gravity here is just sick for revenge |
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It's like my lungs are filled with chains . . . |
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The sky seems so low, |
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It hasn't moved this slow |
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Since the virgins, since the virgins went dancing for the rain |
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You know the stars in the night |
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They're like the holes in the cave |
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Like the ceiling of a bombed-out church |
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But gravity blocks my screams |
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It's like an enemy's dreams |
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My guardians quit |
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They quit before they started their search |
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Refrain: |
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I want a world without gravity |
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It could be just what i need |
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I'd watch the stars move close |
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I'd watch the earth recede |
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I wanna drift above the borders against my will |
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I wanna sleep where the angels don't pass |
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But now my lips are blue |
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Gravity does it to you |
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It's like they're pressed against a mirrored glass |
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I want my will and capability to meet inside the region |
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Where this gravity don't mean a thing |
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It's where the angels break through . . . |
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It's where they bring it to you |
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It's where silence, silence can teach me to sing |
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Repeat refrain 2 times |
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I wanna lay beneath these sheets and never turn blue |
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I wanna hold you, hold you tight but never touch |
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I want some pure, pure white; hey, we can nod all night |
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We can do it without thinking too much |
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I want the dilettantes and parvenues to choke on my wrists |
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They think the pearls i wear are pills |
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I want their gravity to shatter . . . but it really doesn't matter |
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I got something in my eye that kills! |
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Repeat refrain |
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Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked gravity . . . |
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Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked gravity . . . |
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Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked. |
