I'll sort those stars out for you when they fall from your sky
They're closing in around you baby
They're coming rushing down
It's a long range life implosion
And you lit the fuse yourself
But I'll be standing next to you
When the pieces need picking up
You push push push
So it won't hurt
Because you're made of iron
But iron rusts
Back into earth
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