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Space camera
I just need a moment
To collect my thoughts
Scattered on the floor
Like pieces of string
tied in knots
I really wish you'd call me
I didn't give you my number
Just so you could stare at it
And it really hurts my feelings
I don't care
If I don't seem like a man
For sharing
That I'm feeling
Lets get real
The only difference is
Our body parts
It's not hard science
It's not some art
I got some money
And if you want me to
I'll give it to you
Just because
I know your running low on gas
And your loosing
all your best
Ideas
To the clouds
To collect my thoughts
Scattered on the floor
Like pieces of string
tied in knots
I really wish you'd call me
I didn't give you my number
Just so you could stare at it
And it really hurts my feelings
I don't care
If I don't seem like a man
For sharing
That I'm feeling
Lets get real
The only difference is
Our body parts
It's not hard science
It's not some art
I got some money
And if you want me to
I'll give it to you
Just because
I know your running low on gas
And your loosing
all your best
Ideas
To the clouds
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