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Is it too late to work for NASA, do you know? |
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I'm needing to get away from here and go. |
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I wanna fly to far-flung Galaxies. |
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And leave it in atmosphere where I can (can't?) breathe. |
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Coz all that I wanted |
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Was to say three words to you. |
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And all that I wish for |
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was that you feel each out them too. |
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So please take me, |
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Oh please take me, |
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A work with gravity. |
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Is it too late to work for NASA, do you know? |
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I wanna look right down at the Earth below. |
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I wanna wrap my arms around the moon. |
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And none of these, you know, could come too soon. |
