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[Verse 1]
Am I the last one living?
At the end of giving
The end of moving up
A storm without a cup
An end without a beginning
Am I the last one living?
Only sky high above me
Only sea down below
Holding my own shoulder
A relic from another's dream
Or the freest mind there’s ever been
Yes? No? An answer?
Anything
All this sky high up above me
All this sea down below

[Verse 2]
The pilot was a dancer, a jagaloon
Though his eyes were opaque
And I know he will not answer
Still I hope he gets back soon
Am I the last one living?
At the end of giving
The centre of the earth
Deciding my own worth
And whether I deserve forgiving
A coin without a purse
Holding my own shoulder
A storm without a cup
When I wake, I hear
The voices of those people I have hurt
Ringing in my ears
I can't shake the thought that
Whether I had cared or hadn't cared
It would always have brought me here
Brought me tears
Brought me here and brought me tears
Am I the last one living?
Brought me here, and brought me tears
Brought me here, and brought me tears
Am I the last one living?
The pilot was a dancer, a jagaloon
Though his eyes were opaque
And I know he will not answer
Still I hope he gets back soon

[Outro]
The pilot was a dancer
Though my eyes are opaque
Still I hold

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