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

And hopin a place where I belong to
Where every step I do, do me good
And these planets up above my head should
Ill carve on every tree name

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

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

(stratosphere solo)