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Standing there alone, the ship is waiting |
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All systems are go, are you sure? |
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Control is not convinced |
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But the computer has the evidence |
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No need to abort |
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The countdown starts, watching in a trance |
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The crew is certain |
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Nothing left to chance, 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 TomThe count goes on4, 3, 2, 1 |
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Earth below us, drifting falling |
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Floating weightless, calling calling home |
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Second stage is cut, we're now in orbit |
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Stabilizers up, running perfect |
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Starting to collect, requested data |
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What will it effect, when all is done |
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Thinks Major |
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TomBack at ground control, there is a problem |
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Go to rockets full, not responding |
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Hello Major |
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Tom, are you receiving |
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Turn the thrusters on, we're standing by |
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There's no reply4, 3, 2, 1 |
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Earth below us, drifting, falling |
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Floating, weightless, 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, the world is mourning |
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They don't realize, he's alive |
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No one understands but |
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Major Tom sees |
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Now the life commands, this is my home |
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I'm coming home |
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Earth below us, drifting, falling |
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Floating, weightless, coming home |
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Earth below us, drifting, falling |
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Floating, weightless, coming home |
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Earth below us, drifting, falling |
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Floating, weightless, coming, coming home |
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Home |
