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Climb, climb into the rocket |
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And we set the fuse to go, go go |
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Head start, cosy in the rocket |
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And I need to go, go, go, go |
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Tip top ready for the sky |
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So I'm tip top ready to go |
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Tip top ready for the sky |
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And I'm tip top ready to go, go, go |
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Come, come, fly into my palm |
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And collapse |
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Oh oh, suppose you'll never know |
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Nobody knows where they might end up |
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Nobody knows |
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Nobody knows where they might wake up |
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Nobody knows |
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Nobody knows where they might end up |
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Nobody knows |
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Nobody knows where they might wake up |
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Nobody knows |
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Tick tack toe, you're fitting into place |
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And now the old ways don't seem true |
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Stick stop blue you're only shifting |
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In the same old shape you always do |
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Tip top ready for the sky |
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And I'm tip top ready to go |
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Tip top ready for the sky |
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And I'm tip top ready to go, go, go |
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Come, come, fly into my palm |
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And collapse |
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Oh oh, suppose you'll never know |
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Come, come, fly into my palm |
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And collapse |
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Oh oh, suppose you'll never know |
