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I think it's bigger than books when
Reality steps in
She's a gun with a gun
I can feel you pull through me
Reality surely
Leaves the choice in our hands
I could be chemical, I could be a plastic proxy priest
He's got more ends than means, more wants than needs
I can see one holy-roller
Keeps looking over his shoulder
But there's nobody there
Like a cosmic communion
It's the holiest union
That could ever exist
What if we're aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die or hit the ground
All the lovers and has-beens
Teaching the comers and kingpins
How to live with mistakes
Like a cosmic communion
It's the colorless union
Of all the love in the world
What if we're aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die or hit the?