Standing there alone, the ship is waiting.
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All systems are go. are you sure?
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Control is not convinced,
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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, the crew is certain.
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Nothing left to chance, 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, 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
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Stabilizers up, runnning 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.
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"Go to rockets full"
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Not responding.
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"Hello Major To,. 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, floating weightless
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calling, calling home
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Across the stratosphere, a final message
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"Give my wife my love."
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Then nothing more
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Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning.
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They don't realize, he's alive.
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No one understands, but Major Tom sees.
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Now the light commands
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this is my home, 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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coming home
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[repeat]
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home .....
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Major Tom
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Shiny Toy Guns |