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Heaven knows that I'm born too late For these ghosts that I chase
With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain Every day, I'm Carl Sagan in space
To escape this old world, this old world And some days I lie wide awake 'til the Sun hits my face
And I fade, elevate from the Earth Far away to a place where I'm free from the weight
Far away to a place where I'm free from the weight This old world, this old world
I don't trust anything Or anyone, below the Sun
And I don't feel anything At all
I'm King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted
King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted