Turin Brakes
Turin Brakes
Turin Brakes
Turin Brakes
Turin Brakes
Turin Brakes
Turin Brakes
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Starship myself to an island paradise
Guided by the stars
Given the chance I would leave this place
On a rocket ship for mars
Take away your room back
And your cowboy lies
My refil bottle of sky
'Cos I'm sick and I'm twisted
Like a Sunday massacre
Stop me for I die