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You get the world for your birthday baby
Open your eyes and say yes, no, maybe
The box ticks on the core is a bomb the world is silent
You listen like a lover to it
Sometimes a mirror's a miracle
Sometimes it's nothing at all
In this reflection even angels fall
You could fly anytime
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Even though you own your own comet
Ordinary people it's okay
You don't have to wear those wings
They're stupid things
I know some dizzy easy heights
Don't stop your life at the lights
Don't be smart be a beginner
Don't be wrong even when it's right
Ordinary people it's okay
We're not watching anyway
It's okay
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Even though you own your own comet
Ordinary people it's okay
You don't have to wear those wings
They're stupid things
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da