High above the clouds somewhere
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The cold of space spreads thin
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We endeavor to look out
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But they are looking in
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No man is an island and no planet is in turn
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And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn
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The future is a poem
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'Cause it doesn't yet exist
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We don't know if we reach out
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To tentacle or fist
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No man is an island and no planet is in turn
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And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn
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Watch it burn, watch it burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn!
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B-b-b-beam me up
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B-b-b-beam me up
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B-b-b-beam me up
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B-b-b-beam me up
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There are nights that I burn out
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I drink deep from my cup
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I look all around me
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And think, "Oh god, beam me up!"
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No man is an island and no planet is in turn
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And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn
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B-b-b-beam me up
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B-b-b-beam me up
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B-b-b-beam me up
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B-b-b-beam me up
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Please beam me uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup
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Beam Me Up
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