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High above the clouds somewhere |
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The cold of space spreads thin |
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We endeavor to look out |
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But they are looking in |
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No man is an island and no planet is in turn |
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And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn |
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The future is a poem' |
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Cause it doesn't yet exist |
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We don't know if we reach out |
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To tentacle or fist |
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No man is an island and no planet is in turn |
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And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn |
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Watch it burn, watch it burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! |
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B-b-b-beam me up |
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B-b-b-beam me up |
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B-b-b-beam me up |
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B-b-b-beam me up |
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There are nights that |
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I burn out |
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I drink deep from my cup |
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I look all around me |
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And think, "Oh god, beam me up!" |
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No man is an island and no planet is in turn |
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And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn |
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B-b-b-beam me up |
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B-b-b-beam me up |
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B-b-b-beam me up |
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B-b-b-beam me up |
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Please beam me uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup |
