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Nineteen years old |
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You better not listen to yourself now anymore |
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You better not trust anybody else now |
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Your comment is coming, doesn't make any sense anymore |
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You get your transmissions at your front door and then you get old |
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Mission control |
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Mission control |
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You're going to forget all about your killer, rest me soul |
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You gotta get by on what they think that you can think of |
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If you thought that you would do it somehow by yourself |
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But when you shouldn't have been listening to everybody else |
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You come and go |
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Mission control |
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Mission control |
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Mission control |
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It's not quite like you think it's not that obvious |
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You only wanna raise your voice |
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But then everybody else [Incomprehensible] get off suckers |
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You get off |
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Mission control |
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Mission control |
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Mission control |
