Revise the lie
Carry it through time
Space is the enemy
On top of the sky
Shes so precise
She aimed for the heart
She got me twice
I don't mind death
He's actually quite nice
It doesn't mean a thing
Yeah, to me
It doesn't mean a thing
I'm in another life
Where things are good again
I'm still wishing you the best
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