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Standing here alone |
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The ship is waiting, all systems a go |
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Are you sure? |
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Control is not convinced, but the computer has the evidence |
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No need to abort |
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The countdown starts |
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Watching in a trance |
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The crew is certain, nothing left to chance |
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All is working |
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Trying to relax, up in the capsule "Send me up a drink", jokes |
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Major Tom |
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The count goes on 4,3,2,1 |
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Earth below us |
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Drifting, falling |
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Floating weightless |
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Calling, calling home |
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Second stage is cut |
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We're now in orbit, stabilizers up |
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We're running perfect |
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Starting to collect, requested data |
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What will it affect, when all is done? |
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Thinks Major |
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Tom Back at ground control |
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There is a problem, go to rockets full |
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They're not responding "Hello Major Tom, are you receiving? Turn the thrusters on We're standing by" |
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There's no reply 4,3,2,1 |
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Earth below us |
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Drifting, falling |
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Floating weightless |
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Calling, calling home |
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Across the stratosphere |
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A final message, "give my wife my love" |
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Then nothing more |
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Far beneath the ship |
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The world is mourning |
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They don't realize, that he's alive |
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No one understands but |
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Major Tom sees |
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Now that life commands |
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This isn't my home |
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I'm coming home |
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Earth below us |
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Drifting, falling |
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Floating weightless |
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Calling, calling 4,3,2,1 |
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Earth below us |
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Drifting, falling |
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Floating weightless |
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Calling, calling home |
