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Chances are doors that just open up I don't just carry for nothing Ten tons of rain in a plastic cup Tears unknown that fill oceans Chances are the comets in our future While others go on living in the past The future seems farther away than Jupiter Does appear through the telescopic glass You can move so many, many times Our home is everywhere we've been Some people like to show humility Others live in dramatic scenes on ships Instead of feeling their own dealing and partake They grow invisible as their soul starts to slip Away from the center of illumination That old steel-toothed border upstairs Bop, bop bop From Letras Mania