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The iron will never scortch his back, the hangers won't leave a bruise.
He'll live in love on a lily pad, and he'll do whatever he wants.
He went into space, he couldn't take the girl.
But he had to go.
He went into space, he couldn't stand the world.
And he got away.
The eye's not satisfied with seeing, the ear wants better noise.
He dreamed of putting rifles to his head, and lighting up the sky.
He went into space, he couldn't take the girl.
But he had to go.
He went into space, he couldn't stand the world.
And he got away.
The eye's not satisfied with seeing, the ear wants better noise.
He dreamed of putting rifles to his head, and lighting up the sky.
He went into space, he couldn't take the girl.
But he had to go.
He went into space, he couldn't stand the world.
So he got away. He went into space, he went into space, and he got away.