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If 'home is where the heart is' then we're all just fucked

And I want it so bad I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins

You're a bottled star, the planets align just like Mars; you shine in the sky.

Are all the good times getting gone?
They come and go and come and go and come and go
I've got a lot of friends who are stars but some are just black holes.

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I can make your heart slow
I can feel the weather in my bones
Wish hard enough, I can turn it to what I like.