Running scared like the lonely ones
No concept of time
Unsure of which shoe goes on which foot
Or which knife to wield the glimmering knife around in
We've got a message from the ashes
We've got our orders
Plastered on the side of buses
Space needs a man of action
To defeat whatever threat we're lumbered with next
I need you
But you don't need me
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