That November night, looking up into the sky,
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You said,
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"Hey, wish that was me up there--
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It's the biggest rocket I could find,
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And it's holding the night in its arms
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If only for a moment.
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I can't see the look in its eyes,
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But I'm sure it must be laughing."
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But it seemed to me the saddest thing I'd ever seen,
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And I thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing.
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I saw only a stick on fire,
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Alone on its journey
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Home to the quickening ground,
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With no one there to catch it.
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I put on my pointed hat
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And my black and silver suit,
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And I check my gunpowder pack
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And I strap the stick on my back.
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And, dressed as a rocket on Waterloo Bridge--
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Nobody seems to see me.
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Then, with the fuse in my hand,
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And now shooting into the night
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And still as a rocket,
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I land in the river.
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Was it me said you were crazy?
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I put on my cloudiest suit,
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Size 5 lightning boots, too.
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'Cause I am a rocket
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On fire.
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Look at me go, with my tail on fire,
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With my tail on fire,
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On fire.
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Hey, look at me go, look at me...
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Rocket's Tail
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| Kate Bush |
