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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT STEER-ING THROUGH THE GOLD,
WIN-NING EV-ERY PRIZE WHILE THE UN-IVERSE GROWS COLD.
STUCK ON THE FLOOR AND I'M SCREAM-ING AT THE DOOR,
DRIV-ING A FORD, DREAM-ING PORSCHE EVERMORE!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
SCARED OF THE HEIGHTS BUT I LOVE GET-TING HIGH,
LIV-ING ON A VIBE AS THE OLD WORLD DIES.
Amara vara Mara vara CAGE-IN-A-WEEK PANE,
SMOK-ING OUT THE SAD-NESS IN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW, CAN'T GET OUT MY HEAD AS WE RUN THE
SHOW! SPIL-LING ALL OUR GUTS WHILE WE SE-CURE THE BAG,
TOP-THIR-TY LEA-DER-BOARD WAV-ING THE FLAG!
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
FLOOR-STUCK AN-GELS FADING IN THE DEAD SKIES.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE NI-HIL-IST STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.