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Standing there alone |
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The ship is waiting, 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, the countdown starts |
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Watching in a trance, 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" |
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Jokes Major |
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TomThe count goes on |
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Four, three, two, one |
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Earth below us, drifting, falling |
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Floating weightless |
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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"What will it affect when all is done?" |
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Thinks Major |
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TomBack at ground control, there is a problem"Go to rockets full," not responding"Hello Major Tom, are you receiving?Turn the thrusters on, we're standing by" |
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There's no reply |
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Four, three, two, one |
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Earth below us, drifting, falling |
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Floating weightless |
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Calling, calling home |
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Four, three, two, one |
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Earth below us, drifting, falling |
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Floating weightless |
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Coming home |
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Earth below us, drifting, falling |
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Floating weightless |
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Coming, coming home |
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Home, home, home |
