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(Hammill) |
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We left the earth in 1983, fingers groping for the galaxies, reddened eyes stared up into the void, 1000 stars to be exploited |
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Somebody help me |
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I'm falling, somebody help me, |
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I'm falling down |
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Into sky, into earth, into sky, into earth ..... |
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It is so dark around, no life, no hope, no sound no chance of seeing home again ... |
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The universe is on fire, exploding without flame. |
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We are the lost ones; we are the pioneers; we are the lost ones |
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We are the ones they are going to build a statue for ten centuries ago or were going to fifteen forward ..... |
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One Last brief whisper in our loved ones' ears to reassure them and to pierce the fear standing at controls then still unknown we told the world we were about to go |
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Somebody help me |
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I'm missing, somebody help me |
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I'm missing now touch with my mind, |
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I have no frame, touch with my mind, |
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I have no frame ... |
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Well now where is the time and who the hell am |
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I, here floating in an aimless way? |
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No-one knows where we are, they can't feel us precisely .. |
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There is no fear here. |
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How can such a thing exist in a place where living and knowing and being have never been heard of? |
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Doomed to vanish in the flickering light, disappearing to a darker night, doomed to vanish in a living death, living anti-matter, anti-breath |
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Somebody help me |
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I'm losing, somebody help me, |
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I'm losing now people around, there's no-one to touch, no people around, no-one to touch. |
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I am now quite alone, part of a vacant time-zone, here floating in the void, only dimly aware of existence, a dimly existing awareness, |
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I am the lost one, |
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I am the one you fear, |
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I am the lost one, |
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I am the one who went up into space, or stayed where |
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I was, or didn't exist in the first place ..... |
