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Looking for a ladder in the stratosphere,
So I can be happy, let my bones melt away.
Stranded on a plane that is circling 'round,
I carry my heart like a soldier with a hand grenade.
Walking down the aisle in the supermarket,
Looking for the things for to carry my senses away.
Listen to the ring of the telephone,
Somebody's calling, somebody who is all alone.
Looking for a home in the magazine page,
Wages in my pocket gonna buy me anything that I need.
A switch in my brain,
The battery light washing away,
Gaping at the oceans below.
And I'm not scared 'cause there's nobody there.
My mind is awake and anything could lead me astray.
Listen to the voice on the radio wave.
Somebody needs you, somebody who is far away.
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