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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.
THROW-ING OUT THE THINGS THAT I USED TO TRU-LY KNOW,
NOT BET-TER A-LONE AS THE VOID BE-GINS TO SHOW!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
BOS-TON TRAIN IS MOV-ING,
JUMP-ING OFF THE GUN,
THIS THE PART WHERE I WOULD RUN A-WAY FROM THE SUN.
Amara vara Mara vara NICE-TO-ME PANE,
NTH-DEGREE NI-HIL-ISM IN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW,
AL-ONG FOR THE RIDE 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,
NOTH-ING REAL-LY MAT-TERS UN-DER DEAD AND emp-ty SKIES.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE RO-TEN STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.