[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Distant solar systems and all the minor plaaaanets
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Know nothing of our satellites and Seven forty-seeeevens
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Fireworks that recreate the birth of constellaaaations
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Dying suns that laugh at shotgun powder imitaaaaations
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When I am a sailor, and the sky, a pitch-black oooooocean
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I'll look down at my bleeding heart and wish I were a Vuuuuuuulcan
[Bridge]
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[Verse 2]
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It's Byzantine struuuuctures, churches and all
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All of our treaaaaasure of oil and gold
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All of the emmmmmmmmpires crumble in stone
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Great architeccccture gilded in chrome
[Verse 1]
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God and I, we correspond with intermittent leeeeeeetters
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I send postcards from the road, and now and then he annnnnnswers
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Echoes, northern city-states, and all the mighty kinnnnngdoms
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Head of sewing needles on an unending horiiiiiiizon
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I knew there was a scene before you ever thought to sing it
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And call yourself a bastard, and I know you like an orrrrphan
[Bridge]
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[Verse 2]
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'Cause great men of sciiiiiience and literature
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Don't impressssss me, what can I offer?
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Because I am a chiiiiisel in your hand
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Screaming at maaaaaaarble from a microphone stand, aaaaaaand
(final "aaaaaaand" has seven syllables, with corresponding notes below)
1, 2 3 4, 5 6 7
e|------------------|
B|------------------|
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A|--4--5-4-2--------|
E|------------5-4-5-|
[Outro]
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