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She's bored with staring at the sun |
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Waiting for the night to come |
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Those objects crowded in her sky |
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Will never be identified. |
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Wait patiently for exclamations in the night |
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We can not be the only ghosts to float this high |
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She's holding on for a comet |
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Now that the earth stopped breathing |
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And she'll be hitchin' a ride before |
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Her heart stops beating |
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She came to naked on the lawn |
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Wondering where the time had gone |
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So much more vivid than a dream |
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I don't recall anything |
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Wait patiently for exclamations in the night |
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We cannot be the only ghosts to float this high |
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You gotta come down back down here now |
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The hearts stopped bleeding |
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And we've been giving her mouth to mouth |
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But she won't start breathing |
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I thought the end of the world would be much scarier |
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Now tell me where in the hell are we going to bury her |
