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(Special thanks to Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning, Mark Stoermer and Ronnie Vannucci Jr, who probably didn’t realize they were saving me the trouble of writing my own autobiography.)<\/p>\n
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It started with a low light
Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed
And then they took my blood type
They left a strange impression in my head<\/p>\n
You know that I was hoping
That I could leave this star-crossed world behind
But when they cut me open
I guess I changed my mind<\/p>\n
And you know I might have just flown
Too far from the floor this time
‘Cause they’re calling me by my name<\/p>\n
And they’re zipping white light beams
Disregarding bombs and satellites
And that was the turning point
That was one lonely night<\/p>\n
Well, now I’m back at home and
I’m looking forward to this life I live
You know it’s gonna haunt me
So hesitation to this life I give<\/p>\n
You think you might cross over
You’re caught between the devil and the deep blue sea
You better look it over
Before you make that leap<\/p>\n
And you know I’m fine
But I hear those voices at night
Sometimes they justify my claim<\/p>\n
And the public don’t dwell on my transmission
‘Cause it wasn’t televised
But it was the turning point
Oh, what a lonely night<\/p>\n
My global position systems are vocally addressed
They say the Nile used to run from east to west
They say the Nile used to run from east to west<\/p>\n
I’m fine
But I hear those voices at night sometimes<\/p>\n
The star maker says it ain’t so bad
The dream maker’s gonna make you mad
The spaceman says, “Everybody look down
It’s all in your mind”<\/p>\n
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