ItÂÂwasÂÂsoÂÂweird
WakingÂÂupÂÂinÂÂtheÂÂmiddleÂÂofÂÂtheÂÂdesert
ByÂÂmyselfÂÂandÂÂjustÂÂstarsÂÂand
MountainsÂÂencroaching
I'dÂÂpanicÂÂbutÂÂIÂÂfeelÂÂfree
ThoughÂÂtimeÂÂisÂÂanotherÂÂtempo
NoÂÂwaterÂÂinÂÂsight
ButÂÂtheÂÂairÂÂfeelsÂÂliquidÂÂandÂÂdruggy
DoesÂÂtimeÂÂexistÂÂinÂÂblackÂÂdeserts?
OnlyÂÂwhenÂÂtheÂÂdeadlyÂÂsunÂÂpeaks
SuddenÂÂstateÂÂofÂÂemergency
MeÂÂagainstÂÂtheÂÂmostÂÂpowerfulÂÂ
BeingÂÂinÂÂtheÂÂgalaxy,TheÂÂSunÂÂ
IÂÂwouldÂÂrunÂÂtoÂÂcivilization
ButÂÂtheÂÂairÂÂisÂÂlikeÂÂmud
IÂÂdiscoverÂÂI'mÂÂweightless
IÂÂbounceÂÂupÂÂandÂÂIÂÂbounceÂÂdown
IÂÂgainÂÂsomeÂÂmomentumÂÂ
IÂÂbounceÂÂlikeÂÂtheÂÂSupermen
IÂÂflyÂÂoverÂÂtheÂÂmountainsÂÂandÂÂ
IÂÂtumbleÂÂinÂÂtheÂÂGlenn
IÂÂrubÂÂmyÂÂsandyÂÂeyesÂÂandÂÂ
IÂÂcan'tÂÂrememberÂÂwhereÂÂI'veÂÂbeenÂÂ
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