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I don't feel anything at all
This old world--
This old world
I don't trust anything
Far away to a place
Where I'm free from the weight
Til the sun hits my face
And I fade elevate fromthe Earth
This old world
Some days I lie wide awake
Everyday I'm Carl Sagan in space
To escape this old world
With these dreams I inflate
Painted skies in my brain
Heaven knows I'm born too late
For these ghosts that I chase