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I'm not from this planet. I was stranded when I landed, following my heart wherever I'm commanded, I cant stand it; damn it.

Wonder if I can find my way, back into outer space.
These clouds never seem to clear, as they cover the atmosphere.

If you look really far, far past the stars, a couple light years past Mars, you'll see my heart. Its covered in scars, and falling apart, and I follow it blindly straight into the dark.

Wonder if I will find my way, back to my heart and stay.
I lost my soul to yesterday, and I'll never feel the same.