Ten Thousand Light Years Away

Ten thousand plastic eyeballs

float through space

Why don't you listen when you

see my faceIt's a grim prediction, but I

told you so, and

Everyone says that there's no explanation

And nobody wanted to knowSomething's terribly, terribly wrong with me

Ten Thousand Light Years AwayFeelings of dread like a deathbed's

silent gloom

I found a pile of red tape

in my roomThere's a lucid feeling of

insanity, and

Everyone says that there's no explanation

And it's simply the norm to agreeJust several weeks ago

there was a status quo

Ten Thousand Light Years Away(blue times high crimes all's well like hell)Something's terribly, terribly good

and quite misunderstood

Ten Thousand Light Years Away

Ten Thousand Light Years Away

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