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Turin Brakes - Starship Turin Brakes - Starship |
| Starship myself to an island paradise,
guided by stars.
Given the chance I would leave this place,
on a rocket ship for mars.
Take away moonbag and your cowboy lies,
my refill bottle of sky.
'Cos I'm sick and I'm twisted like a Sunday masacre,
stop me 'fore I die.
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