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In black space pivots a faraway cosmic light |
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That extraterrestrial beings might inhabit or feed or fight over |
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I'm calling them down with my eyes |
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I'm calling them down with my eyes |
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I'm calling them down |
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I took a blue potion to disguise |
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My tired eyes, suspicious mind, ill health |
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Indeed, I hardly recognize myself |
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On my back, looking up |
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So yes I'm an average specimen |
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And I wouldn't mind being taken |
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Assuming they are big and benign blue creatures |
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With extraordinarily unfinished features |
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Sort of like mine |
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I took a blue potion to disguise |
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My tired eyes, suspicious mind, ill health |
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Indeed, I hardly recognize myself |
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On my back, looking up |
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They are still about the sunbathers or joggers |
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But beaming constant debriefs of the mission |
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They sound the alarm |
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They sound the alarm |
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They sound the alarm but I'm not worried in the least |
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I took a blue potion to disguise |
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My tired eyes, suspicious mind, ill health |
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Indeed, I hardly recognize myself |
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On my back, looking up at the sunrise |
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Rise |
