| When you’re living in a series of atmospheres
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| You don’t stand upon the world, but within it
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| And the faster that you move, the lighter you become
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| The farther out you go, the better the view
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| And you wanna rise
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| So that you can last
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| Take it all in slowly
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| Real fast
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| The capsule goes at 17,000 miles an hour
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| To make the sky act like a pond
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| And if it should slow down
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| Then the mighty ship will sink
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| As if falling through the sea
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| So your destination for the outskirts
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| Thinks the answer lies beyond
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| But the slower that you go
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| The more substantial you become
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| Come to rest against the pure and solid center
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| And you wanna last
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| So that you might rise
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| Take it all in slow
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| That’s the decision of the skies
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| The decision of the skies
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| Your best discovery will always be
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| Simply what you see
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| And there’s something to look at
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| …everywhere
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| Devoid of any destination
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| Yes, you’re part of a relation
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| From the cold ocean floor
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| And beyond the softest air
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| When you’re living, you’re just a series of atmospheres
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| Whatever velocity appeals
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| And no matter how you move
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| You’re going to become
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| You cannot end and there’s no beginning
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| The farthest you can go is right behind you
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| The closest you can get is nowhere near
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| And it could make you wonder where
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| When you’re discussing here or there
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| And do you really have to get going
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| And nothing lasts
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| And only time really flies
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| And you’re always free
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| From the decision of the skies
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| Decision of the skies |