(Hues / Feldman)
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Yeah
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Drifting down the spaceway
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By the Betelgeuse Hotel
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Mapping out constellations
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Of the place I know so well
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Sifting through the system
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For the piece that knows my name
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Endlessly I listen, in the master game
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Chorus:
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Welcome to my world
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(Welcome to my world)
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Welcome to my only world
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(Welcome to my only world)
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It is full of space junk
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But your words are coming through
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I'm riding on the space junk
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And it's bringing me to you
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Bringing me to you
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Through the tenth dimension
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To the certainties beyond
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Dreamily inattention, and the sub-atomic bomb
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Machine that spins within me
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And the spirit that drives me on
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Searching for an answer
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Repeat Chorus with ad lib
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Sitting on the space junk
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What I am to do
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Riding on the space junk
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And it's bringing me to you
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My head is full of space junk
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But your words are coming through
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Riding on the space junk
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And it's bringing me to you
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It's bringing me to you (Repeat)
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Space Junk
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| Wang Chung |
