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It's gonna take an airplane to get me off the ground.
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I don't blame anyone who isn't sticking around,
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Cause when you stick around (when you stick around)
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People like to put things in the ground.
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Now, in my Evil empire
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I Am gonna be a star in the
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Night sky above. "So you think this is love?"
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Yes, I guess so, At least something to make it from...
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Dressed like a dream dreamt by Lola magazine,
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Baby you were born to be seen.
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And art's just the start!
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Now step inside the Widowmaker
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And listen to your heart!
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Always 'the play', never 'the thing'...
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Sub-ma-rines
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don't mind
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spending their time in the ocean