[куплет 1]
We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
"I thought you died alone
A long, long time ago"
[припев]
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
[куплет 2]
I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years, I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
At all the millions here
We must have died alone
A long, long time ago
[припев]
Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I can tell you what they say in space
That our Earth is too grey
But when the spirit is so digital
The body acts this way
That world was killing me
World was killing me, disassociative
The nervous system's down
The nervous system's down, I know
The nervous system's down
The nervous system's down, I know
I can never get out of here
I don't wanna just float in fear
Dead astronaut in space
I can never get out of here
I don't wanna just float in fear
Dead astronaut in space
Sometimes we walk like we were shot
Through our heads, my love
We write our song in space like we're
Already dead and gone
Your world was killing me
World was killing me, disassociative
Your world was killing me
World was killing me, disassociative
I can never get out of here
I don't wanna just float in fear
Dead astronaut in space
I can never get out of here
I don't wanna just float in fear
Dead astronaut in space
The nervous system's down
The nervous system's down
The nervous system's down
The nervous system's down
(4, 3, 2, 1...)
I can never get out of here
I don't wanna just float in fear
Dead astronaut in space
I can never get out of here
I don't wanna just float in fear
Dead astronaut in space
Уххх щас бы разрезать свой аналоговый бургер моим аналоговым швейцврским ножом посмотрев на свои аналоговые часы читая свою анал оговую книгу слушая свой аналоговый джаз в моем аналоговом доме в моей анал оговой стране
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