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Two hands are out the galaxy where I am grey
And walkin on, but ohso
factory poets got million words to say
But everyday the noise of those erase them

And hopin theres a where I belong to
Where every step I do, would do me
And these planets up above my head crumble
Ill carve on every tree your

Some people spread their washing out
With that life can bring, but ohso silently
Out on the roofs I still can the clang of drums,
bands made up on words and promises

And hopin all sons would be much better
Than what our glory days ever be
And the constellations up above blend, oh my
on every star your name
Ill carve on every star name

(stratosphere solo)