Space Instead
Margot Liotta
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California's gone by now
Venice Beach, it ripped at the seams, now it's all torn down
Deep blue Long Island sound
They painted my old house yellow, but I prefer brown
So much for this town
I wanna pack my things and go
You won't even notice
If I'm here anymore
Will people ever make sense
And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand?
So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend
But I'm in space instead
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La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
Will people ever make sense
And will I ever get used to things that I don't understand?
So I'll hang stars from my ceiling and I'll just pretend
That I'm in space instead
There was someone who was broken