You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer.

So here we are, we’re waiting for the fall, and on the radio they’re calling on satelittes, like they’re going to save us all. So here we are, I guess I’m praying after all…

I felt that, scarecrow In my marrow, shot an arroe through a sparrow, I’ve crissed, I’ve crossed, I’ve kissed ans it’s cost, I’ve loved and I’ve lost

“I wanna be an astronaut
And get high
Break the barrier of sound into the sky
Just want to be free
From the confines of gravity”

PlayRadioPlay! has never ceased to cheer me up even in the slightest bit.

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