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Hurtling toward the earth
Set the atmosphere on fire
We'll put another notch in the kuiper
Climb down from the trees to die from a disease
Brought back from the dead by the liars

I don't mind, I'll stay behind

Transmission in static, the silent monastic
Exiled to an island of plastic
Waiting on translation, the fool's coronation
A permanent summer vacation

I don't mind, I'll stay behind

Set a course for the sun
To bittersweet oblivion
The time has come, the rain has gone
Back to hell where we belong

The games we've been playing
The real estate is changing
The mountains and rivers to lake beds
Concrete to dust
Iron to rusted statues reign over the ocean

I don't mind, I'll stay behind

Set a course for the sun
To bittersweet oblivion
The time has come, the rain has gone
Back to hell where we belong

Set a course for the sun
To bittersweet oblivion
The time has come, the rain has gone
Back to hell where we belong

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