These premonitions shine like stars that
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Fall to earth too fast
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I see the empty glass
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Where do we belong
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Tell me major tom
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Because nothing's making sense
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I listen and lament
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For golden years that pass like thunder
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And soldier on through time
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This empty glass is mine
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Where do we belong
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Could you help us major tom
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Because nothing's making sense
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I listen and lament
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A starman will come
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When diamond dogs run
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We need ground control
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We're losing our souls
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A starman will come
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When diamond dogs run
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We need ground control
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We're losing our souls
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We're losing our souls
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We're losing our souls
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We're losing our souls
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Empty Glass
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The Tea Party |