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«Oh, how pretty the sky is!

I oughta go there on a rocket that never comes down

Which way do we go now, Stella — this way?

No hun, this way.»

Ever think we should try to re-establish that connection that we made during

last summer’s days?

Maybe I should be subtle or maybe I should be more pure

But I think we should talk about what we were going through

And I wonder what it would be like if we had

Kept up that aversion and maybe kept listing

All the people that we hated

But isn’t it ironic how you still have ideals and I still have nothing?

And now I’m hoping that you’ll change so we can see straight some day (some day)