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Off into outer space you go my friends |
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We wish you bon voyage |
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And when you get there we will welcome you again |
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And still you'll wonder at it all |
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See all the wonders that you leave behind |
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The wonders humble people own |
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I know a boy from a tribe so primitive |
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He can call me up without no telephone |
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See all the wonders that you leave behind |
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Enshrined in some great hourglass |
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The noble tongues, the noble languages |
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Entombed in some great english class |
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Off into outer space you go my friends |
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We wish you bon voyage |
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And when you get there we will welcome you again |
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And still you'll wonder at it all |
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An anthropologist he wrote a book |
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He called it "myths of heaven" |
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He's disappeared, his wife is all distraught |
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An angel came and got him |
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His hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true, |
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His eys were lapis lazuli |
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He spoke in a language oh so primitive |
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That he made sense to me |
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Off into outer space you go my friends |
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We wish you bon voyage |
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And when you get there we will welcome you again |
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And still you'll wonder at it all |
