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A silence in a restaurant could slice the sky in two.
And the longer it goes on, the more I wanna fall right through it.
Blame it on the sky when there's nothing left to
say.
Blame it on Mars when my face flushes red.
Blame each incident on planet placement.
He might take himself
lightly, but I never did.
And if an old star can die, then he's light years ahead.
(light years ahead)
Quiet
diners already feel like memory--
or it happened and I forgot, turned a blind eye to it.
Memory can't come into play
'cause it always wins,
so I make like Saturn and sit and spin.
The world went to his head from bad planet placement.
He might take himself lightly, but I never did.
And if an old star can die, then he's light years ahead.
And
this night is nearly dead.
Point to Pluto when things have gone off too far.
Point to some sky sight when conversation
becomes too hard.
We're the saddest sight I've ever seen
(if I were up above, looking down on it).
He might
take himself lightly, but I never did.
And if an old star can die, he's light years ahead.
This night's already dead.
The sky's gone to my head
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