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Two are painting out the galaxy where I am grey
And on, but ohso still
Some poets got million words to say
But everyday the noise of machines erase them

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

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

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

(stratosphere solo)