Isolated from the world
I try to stand but the wind hurls
I might just stay where I was conceived
I have not died, because I have not lived
Spinning the world around
I forgot what my mission was
Taking turns on a shining bright
Floating close but never in sight
I have not died, because I have not lived
I will stay were I was conceived
It won't be long, it won't be long now
The world is spinning out of control
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