Sync Different

Can’t you seeI’m on top of the worldYou thinkI’m gone awayBut you can’t seeWhat I’m made of
Wake the dream,It’s all on meSomething you can’t take from meTrust me, something's comingI’m taking overBelieve it’s something comingI’m leaving no stone unturnedBelieve it’s something comingComing on out for you

Are you in Saddle on up for the ride
Run little pony
Come to the city with me
Feeling kinda pretty, feeling kinda gritty
Run through the city with me
Feeling kinda pretty, feeling kinda gritty

Gearing on for the Saturday night
I bet you don’t think that I’m gonna survive
Run through the city with me
Feeling kinda pretty, feeling kinda gritty

One for the money, two for the show
Saddle on up for that rodeo
Are you in Saddle on up for the ride

We obey to the call
(Or) whatever, you name it
Day by day, door to door
There's a story crawling on
It's a journey, it's a song
And it drives us all along

We're the space ship men, oh oh
We're the space ship men

People walk on a ball
Live on a bullet
No one's bound to sweep the floor
Stop staring at your socks
We're the ever-aging scotch
Feeling dry and on a rock



We're the space ship men, oh oh
We're the space ship men
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