Standing here alone
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The ship is waiting, all systems a go
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Are you sure?
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Control is not convinced, but the computer has the evidence
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No need to abort
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The countdown starts
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Watching in a trance
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The crew is certain, nothing left to chance
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All is working
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Trying to relax, up in the capsule
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"Send me up a drink", jokes Major Tom
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The count goes on
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4,3,2,1
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Earth below us
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Drifting, falling
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Floating weightless
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Calling, calling home
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Second stage is cut
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We're now in orbit, stabilizers up
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We're running perfect
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Starting to collect, requested data
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What will it affect, when all is done?
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Thinks Major Tom
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Back at ground control
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There is a problem, go to rockets full
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They're not responding
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"Hello Major Tom, are you receiving?
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Turn the thrusters on
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We're standing by"
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There's no reply
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4,3,2,1
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Earth below us
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Drifting, falling
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Floating weightless
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Calling, calling home
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Across the stratosphere
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A final message, "give my wife my love"
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Then nothing more
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Far beneath the ship
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The world is mourning
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They don't realize, that he's alive
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No one understands but Major Tom sees
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Now that life commands
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This isn't my home
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I'm coming home
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Earth below us
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Drifting, falling
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Floating weightless
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Calling, calling
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4,3,2,1
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Earth below us
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Drifting, falling
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Floating weightless
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Calling, calling home
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Major Tom
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| A Day Away |
