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An atmosphere (from Modern Greek ἀτμός (atmos), meaning 'vapour', and σφαῖρα (sphaira), meaning 'sphere') is a layer or a set of layers of gases surrounding a planet or other material body, that is held in place by the gravity of that body. An atmosphere is more likely to be retained if the gravity it is subject to is high and the temperature of the atmosphere is low. The atmosphere of Earth is composed of nitrogen (about 78%), oxygen (about 21%), argon (about 0.9%) , carbon dioxide (0.03%) and other gases in trace amounts. Oxygen is used by most organisms for respiration; nitrogen is fixed by bacteria and lightning to produce ammonia used in the construction of nucleotides and amino acids; and carbon dioxide is used by plants, algae and cyanobacteria for pho… more »

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2018

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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

And one of us gotta crawl under the bus
If we wanna stand a chance of standing up without a crutch
And I ain't trying to sound dismissive of that target you've been squinting at
We've all been ranging far beyond our range of limitations
Even when I try to take the bullet, I'm impatient
Looking at your face for validation
Fly like dishes but sleep like strangers
Protect my interests, what you think these fangs for?
This isn't even anger
It's just disappointment pointed in a million directions
This it's tight and stressed like a tight rope stretched
Across my whole chest this is why I'm flexing
Please forgive my voice but I'm lost in the void
When I look to the future, neither one of us enjoying it
We ought to stop and start smelling these flowers
Before the world reminds us that it's not really ours

La-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring
La-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring

Life is hard
Some stains are too deep to wipe them off
So we must strive for a higher cause
There's something that is clearly missed
Both of us are running from experiences
Frustrated today, nitpicking tomorrow
Sittin' in our sorrow, sippin' from a bottle
Where do we go wrong, why do we prolong?
I wanna grab my hat and throw my coat on
We sleep in different beds, we're taking different meds
This relationship is so Night Of The Living Dead
I know it's morbid, but there's the mortgage, there's the storage
There's the four kids, I will not forfeit
Whatever, we can make it under pressure
We're both bad with money, we spent the college fund together
And I've got nothing else to say about it
Let's just pray about it, I mean it

La-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring
La-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring

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