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Looking up to the sky, |
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Made me realize, |
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Made me want to fly. |
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To a place far away, |
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Where their singing songs, |
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And making love all day. |
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Somewhere beyond the sun, |
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Where an atom splits, |
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And an ounce is a ton. |
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So don't you be late, |
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I see the Beacon Light and it's on, |
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So strap on that jammy pack, |
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Fuel it up, |
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Cause Im gone. |
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The people all dance, |
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With their big long arms, |
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And a peach in their pants. |
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Picking fruit from the sky, |
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As the demon ship, |
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Goes passing them by. |
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I'm not sure if it's love, |
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But it's coming down, |
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From the heaven's above. |
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So don't you be late, |
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I see the Beacon Light and it's on. |
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So strap on that jammy pack, |
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Fuel it up, |
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Cause I'm gone. |
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So don't you be late, |
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I see the Beacon Light and it's on |
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So strap on that jammy pack, |
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Fuel it up, |
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Cause I'm gone |