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lyrics
I'll march across the ocean aided by brittle stars
The sun is fiction, it means nothing
I find myself spinning and chasing
Lights long gone
I feel like a stranger
I feel like a salesman
I feel quite alien
I feel my eyes growing
We know more about the surface of the moon
Than the bottom of the sea
(Sick guitar solo)
We will spend her last days on the lake
I wish she could speak my language
Who am I to decide if she lives or dies
I'm not God and I'm barely a man
I feel like a phony
I feel like a bore and what's more
Yours is the only face I can stand to face
I'd like to say I'm sorry to all of my friends