| Your hair’s a mess, it’s called distressed,
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| It’s the latest fashion don’t I know,
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| Oh where have I come from,
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| I must’ve been living under a stone,
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| Or was I off of this planet,
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| Was I high on a rocket,
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| Was the G-force pushing my eyes out of the socket,
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| Was I spinning through orbit,
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| Hurtling through space,
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| Off on a mission and out of this place,
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| I took a pill they said won’t kill but that was back in '71,
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| Oh what do I do now and what’s more the point what have I done,
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| Since I’ve been off of this planet,
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| I’ve been high on a rocket,
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| And the G-force pushing my eyes out of the socket,
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| I’ve been spinning through orbit,
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| Hurtling through space,
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| Off on a mission and out of this place,
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| I’ve been off of this planet,
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| I’ve been high on a rocket,
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| And the G-force pushing my eyes out of the socket,
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| I’ve been spinning through orbit,
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| Hurtling through space,
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| Off on a mission and out of this place,
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| Off of this planet and into outer space,
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| And it’s been two thousand years,
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| It’s been two hundred decades,
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| The second millennium’s now the twenty first century,
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| Time don’t wait for no-one at all,
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| Climbed in the Merc, set off for work just like I did every day,
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| Where I climbed into my rocket, oh yeah, and they fired me, off into space,
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| I was off of this planet,
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| I was high on a rocket,
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| And the G-force was pushing my eyes out of the socket,
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| I was spinning through orbit,
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| Hurtling through space,
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| Off on a mission and out of this place,
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| Off of this planet,
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| High on a rocket,
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| G-force was pushing my eyes out of the socket,
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| I’m spinning through orbit,
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| Hurtling through space,
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| Off on a mission and out of this place,
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| Inter outer space. |