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Yes, yes, I'd launch into the rising sun |
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My living breath is measured, every step is done |
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Fare ye well, my friends, see you down the line |
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Yeah, yeah... |
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I don't belong to nation state or dying race |
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I leave my prejudice with you, my religion's in space |
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Have a little respect... |
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Why are we running in this space race? |
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Why are we acting like we own the place? |
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Just want to feel the starlight on my face |
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Reach out my hand and touch beyond... |
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Yes, yes, I'd float around till gravity's end |
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Unity is coming singular again |
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See you then, my friends, at the end of time |
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Yeah, yeah... |
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Secret knowledge; science, logic, all are gone |
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Nothing left but burning up into the sun |
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On a cosmic beach, I'll see ya there |
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Why are we running in this space race? |
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Why are we acting like we own the place? |
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Just want to feel the starlight on my face |
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Reach out my hand and touch beyond... |
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Why are we running in this space race? |
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Why are we acting like we own the place? |
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Just want to feel the starlight on my face |
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Reach out my hand and touch beyond... |
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Why are we running in this space race? |
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Why are we acting like we own the place? |
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Just want to feel the starlight on my face |
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Reach out my hand and touch beyond... |
