Starship myself to an island paradise
Guided by the stars My refil bottle of sky
And your cowboy lies
Given the chance I would leave this place
Take away your room back
On a rocket ship for mars
'Cos I'm sick and I'm twisted
Stop me for I dieLike a Sunday massacre.
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