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Get, get, get inside your spaceshipYou don't have a car, but you don't have to take thisSo jet about the city like your favorite authorsLook up at the stars, look up at the starsYou're on the fast track livin' from a backpackLeavin' all the sad sack suckers in the dust behind youThis is how you roll, permanent vacationYou put in your time, not you're out of patienceYou could really go, no one's gonna stop youYou could really go, no one's gonna stop youYou could really go but now you're gettin' caught up in itWait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minuteThinkin' 'bout your friends thinkin' 'bout your other friends thinkin' about youAnd they can't and they probably wonder what happened to youCan't return a call, skippin' every breakfastYou tried to be a writer but instead he only back checksOut of shape, uninspiredForce down salad and you just feel tiredWake up every day and spend it from the get-goChewin' on your thumb and starin' out the windowYou could really go, no one's gonna stop youYou could really go, no one's gonna stop youYou could really go if you could spare the moneyBut you're burnin' through your twenties for a misdirected energetic assholeLivin' in a castle, wavin' 'round a brass poleWith a little ball on topLetras de cancionesAnd barkin' like a tree, debatin' every sick faceStormin' through the office like Katrina on the fifth daySittin' with your pockets full of fistsAnd you're starin' at your wristsAnd your scissors and you're shakin' so badYou don't have a car, but you don't have to take thisSo pack yourself a pair of socks and get inside your spaceshipDaydream, think of the nightsWhen you'll see your name and they'll write it in lightsWhen the daydream ends like a kick in the chestYou can go out dancin' and hope for the bestBut then you get so bored, you're half asleepThe girls are jealous and the boys are cheapA circus of the stars, a battle of the sexesWe're all in love with dyin' and we're doin' it in TexasYou could really go (you could really go)No one's gonna stop you (no one's gonna stop you)But then you get that feelin' like a train track killin'Like an old-time villain in a silent movieCryin' like a kid, screamin' like a sex tapeShakin' like a Beatle fan and screamin' like a senseiSittin' with your pockets full of fistsAnd you're starin' at your wristsAnd your shoulders and they're achin' so badNow they're cuttin' care, now they're talkin' paycutNo one better dare ask you how your day wasPlease don't make me act it outIt's hard enough to talk about itI'll just rent my DVDs And watch my internet TVI'll bide my time and pay my rent'Til something knocks me to my sensesWhen I've had enough dyin' imitation I'll pack myself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship From Letras Mania