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Waiting in the afterglow. |
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An aurora fading quickly in the sky |
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Bearing magnetic north |
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As the distance unfold and time ticks by |
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Nut my heading remains constant, |
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As the Tropics and the latitudes spin round. |
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Not held down by gravity, |
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Surfing radio waves like breakers on the tide, |
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I'm in touch with my A.M. pulse, |
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Long after all the rest of me expires, |
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And I become new modulation |
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As the skip distance grows wilder on every bound |
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Yes it's some life I'm living! |
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A hundred miles up there! |
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Through aerials, on the tired ground |
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It's a modest life here tied down to the Earth |
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But i'm thinking head up in the clouds, |
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Forgetting where I came from in rebirth |
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And I'm scot-free, in the atmosphere, |
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There's no-one who can ever hold me down |
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And it's some life we're living! |
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A hundred miles up there! |
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The pull's already caught us, |
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We're at home in the upper air |
