"Columbia now nine times the speed of sound."
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"Roger that, Dan, I've got a solid TACAN
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locked on, uh, TACAN twenty-three."
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"The, uh, tracking data, map data and pre-planned
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trajectory are all one line on the block"
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"Roger (?) your (?) block (?) decoded (? recorded?)"
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Hello, Earth.
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Hello, Earth.
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With just one hand held up high
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I can blot you out,
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Out of sight.
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Peek-a-boo,
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Peek-a-boo, little Earth.
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With just my heart and my mind
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I can be driving,
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Driving home,
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And you asleep
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On the seat.
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I get out of my car,
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Step into the night
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And look up at the sky.
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And there's something bright,
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Travelling fast.
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Look at it go!
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Look at it go!
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[A men's choral passage in either Czekh or Russian is sung here.]
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("Listen!")
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Watching storms
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Start to form
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Over America.
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Can't do anything.
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Just watch them swing
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With the wind
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Out to sea.
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All you sailors,
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("Get out of the waves! Get out of the water!")
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All life-savers,
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("Get out of the waves! Get out of the water!")
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All you cruisers,
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("Get out of the waves! Get out of the water!")
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All you fishermen,
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Head for home.
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Go to sleep, little Earth.
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I was there at the birth,
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Out of the cloudburst,
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The head of the tempest.
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Murderer!
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Murder of calm.
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Why did I go?
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Why did I go?
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[The men's choral passage is sung again several times here.]
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"Tiefer, tiefer.
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Irgendwo in der Tiefe
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Gibt es ein licht."
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Go to sleep little Earth.
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Hello Earth
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| Kate Bush |
