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When I count the distance in light years
A part of me isn't satisfied
I lost control and my sight
All the substance beneath my feet is gone
Behind my armour I'm safe
In my orbit nervously
I just want to be disarmed by you
Then I would reach out into the surface
In this interstellar
Ambience there's no perversity
Only obscurity of things that matter
I just want to be disarmed..
I just want to be disarmed by you
I just want to be disarmed..
I just want to be disarmed by you
Then I would reach out into the surface