Moscow's still red, the young man is dead
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Gone to heaven instead, the evening news says he was confused
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The motorways will all merge soon, lottery winner buys the moon
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They've come to save us, the space invaders are here
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He thought of cars and where, where to drive them
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Who to drive them with
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There, there was no-one, no-one
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There's panic at london heathrow
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Everybody wants to go up into the blue
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But there's a ten year queue
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Columbia is in top gear, it shouldn't snow at this time of year
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Now america's shot gone and done the lot
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He thought of planes and where, where to fly to
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And who to fly there with
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Where, there was no-one, no-one
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He thought of cars and where, where to drive them
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Who to drive them with
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There, there was no-one, no-one
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He Thought Of Cars
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