Pluto

I don’t know what happened yesterday
Don’t tell me I don’t wanna know
Ruined towns are left in your eyes
I didn’t mean to break your stupid throne
 
I’m out, but, [bad word]  it’s raining again
Bad ideas are always right on time
I’m dying of love and a bronchial cough
If you want them all go have them all
 
Watch me, I am a pilot now
I’ve swapped the traffic jams for space
Policemen ask what’s in the trunk
It’s full of your heads on silver plates
 
I’m out and ready for the track
Flying weather is always by my side
I have to hurry: I’m dying of love
And half the common world tears away my own
 
My Pluto’s blue
I’m going there
And I can stay there as long as I want
As long as I want
Collecting stars
 
Hungry and nude collecting stars
 
Don’t tell me what happened yesterday
Don’t bother I already know
Burnt lands are left in your hands
They don’t recognize your stupid law
 
I’m out, but, [bad word]  it’s raining again
Bad ideas are always right on time
I’m dying of love and a bronchial cough
Well,  you want them all go have them all
 
My Pluto’s blue
I’m going there
And I can stay there as long as I want
Collecting stars

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