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Androids on morphine
System malfuntioning
In space I float
I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost
Major Tom is dead
He put a gun to his head
And so it seemed
His blood boiling
One twelve nineteen ninety-two
If the parents knew how it would grow
A baby cries
A scared little child
Speaking in tongues
Illusion in gibberish
The pilots out of it
What can you make of this
Mouth I foam
I won’t go, I won’t go
Help me
I’m calling
And I’m out here all alone
In this hell that I call home
And I will pray
When something wicked comes my way
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