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Healy – A Galaxy With Skin lyrics
[Verse 1]
Say 20 trips around the Sun, I'm riding passenger
Jesus took the wheel when I was burning in the atmosphere
Well how am I supposed to satisfy my soul
When these satellites, they know my alibis are phony
These drugs will hurt your hippocampus
Man it's cool, at least I'm hip on campus
Cause every day is a canvas
Your symmetry is slanted
Your bigotry is a cancer
Private browsing, mischief managed, then return to candor
Mind is clouded, the old man still snoring
These cats and dogs are all they faking I ain't even know it
Upcreek, paddle stolen, a la mode, but no one hears me
Every morning ibuprofen, hellbent I'm still heaven sent see
Momma says you smell good angel, the choir sing in unison
Don't box you in, forget the angles
You a galaxy with human skin
Father god my beautician, know there ain't no true image
Ask Houston, take a look at lunar men
[Verse 2]
Well like some planes I tried blend in with the stars so
Gotta get so high that I drop all my precious cargo
Jet stream of memories and moments that I borrowed
They gon be gone tomorrow (no)
Say 20 trips around the Sun, I'm riding passenger
Jesus took the wheel when I was burning in the atmosphere
Well how am I supposed to satisfy my soul
When these satellites, they know my alibis are phony
These drugs will hurt your hippocampus
Man it's cool, at least I'm hip on campus
Cause every day is a canvas
Your symmetry is slanted
Your bigotry is a cancer
Private browsing, mischief managed, then return to candor
Mind is clouded, the old man still snoring
These cats and dogs are all they faking I ain't even know it
Upcreek, paddle stolen, a la mode, but no one hears me
Every morning ibuprofen, hellbent I'm still heaven sent see
Momma says you smell good angel, the choir sing in unison
Don't box you in, forget the angles
You a galaxy with human skin
Father god my beautician, know there ain't no true image
Ask Houston, take a look at lunar men
[Verse 2]
Well like some planes I tried blend in with the stars so
Gotta get so high that I drop all my precious cargo
Jet stream of memories and moments that I borrowed
They gon be gone tomorrow (no)
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