U.F.O.'s circle symbols of freedom
Alien propulsion pushing through the atmosphere
There are weeks
Days upon days
When the ache for you seems to never fade
Rumors of my demise are greatly exaggerated
Using all my brilliance to find a way to rewrite history
To suit me
Under the Sea
They move their plots forward
Trying to generate a genesis
A fresh start in a dying world
A way to follow me back
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