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Dr. Hellier says |
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That my body's Afghanistan |
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And we can't let the Taliban |
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Take over and breed |
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He says there's only one answer |
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In a nuclear age man |
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They might spread to Pakistan |
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So we have to proceed |
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He enters my bloodstream |
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With a crew in a capsule |
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He takes the wheel |
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With hands that were made to heal |
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As he approaches the Death Star |
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We lose visual contact |
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And that's when my temple |
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Turned into a wasteland |
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There was shouting and shooting |
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When the capsule was taken |
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His last words as he went down |
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"Press the button" |
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He slipped my fingers from death's grip |
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Escaped my body on a passenger ship |
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Watched T cells playing in the bow waves |
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He lives for the ones that died |
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Don't know how he came to survive |
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Just know he owes it to them to be happy |
