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I always wanted to become a good good boy |
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Now I know I am not |
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They say "Boy you're living on the moon" |
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But I swear I am not |
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If I could I surely would take a plane |
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And watch the world from the bright side, from the good side |
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And make an air pocket in my cloudy mind |
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Where burning supernovas seem like dying candle lights |
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I always wanted to become a real real man |
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Now I know I know I know I am not |
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The say "Boy you should try to keep your feet down on the ground" |
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But I swear I can not |
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If I could I surely would take a plane |
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And watch the world from the bright side, from the good side |
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And make an air pocket in my cloudy mind |
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Where burning supernovas seem like dying candle lights |
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I always wanted to become a good good boy |
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Now I know I am not |
