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Awake on my airplane, awake on my airplane My skin is bear, my skin is theirs Awake on my airplane, awake on my airplane My skin is bare, my skin is theirs

't have a function but you better salute it And it will never be finished but I guess that's the point It just gives him a filter and psychological ointment

Awake on my airplane Awake on my airplane My skin is bare My skin is theirs Awake on my airplane Awake on my airplane My skin is bare My skin is theirs

What if I could say to you? What you wanted? Would not do What if I could say? Say to you What you wanted? What you could do? Huh aaa Huh aaa Huh aaa

I'll give you one good tiny reason I think you could believe it I'll give you one good tiny reason I think you could see through it I'm not the kind

Ta tada tada, ta tada tada Ta tada tada, ta tada tada Ta tada tada, ta tada tada Ta tada tada, ta tada tada Got a green light, gotta green light, yeah

You take my money You think you're great You think it's funny And I hate your face You got your Jesus And I got my space You got your reasons And I got

Life was just a school yard. Life was just a play ground. Life was just a sweet suburban memory. It got changed when I first met you. It got changed

I dreamt I flew away with you tonight, across the universe at light speed. Alright. And just as soon as we arrived I woke to something wrong: the crystal