| Well haven’t you heard the news from outer space?
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| It seems that somewhere in the ancient dunes
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| Of silver moons, like giant spoons lie dusty tombs
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| Of Martian men in U-boat pens…
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| And they will come to kill us all
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| 'Cause our plastic factories and our catastrophic theories
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| Are all we have, we live our lives from paper bags
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| And I know better than you know
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| I’ll kill you 'cause you drive too slow!
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| Aggressive instincts will do us in, yeah…
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| Just give us the chance for us to prove it ourselves
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| Don’t you know that all machines sink?
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| Do you know they sing as they think?
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| Although their bodies are electric…
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| Don’t you know that all machines sink?
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| Don’t you know that all machines sink?
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| Do you know they sing as they think?
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| Although their bodies are electric…
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| Don’t you know that all machines sink? |
| Yeah…
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| We are waiting for you here…
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| We are waiting for you here…
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| We are waiting for you here…
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| So we laid back and we watched space revolve
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| The bodies of astronauts long cold
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| Blinking like lonely satellites
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| Where we left vapour trails through cotton skies
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| Come on, let’s scratch the heavens one last time!
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| 'Cause we’re all sinking in the sunshine
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| Though you’d love to stay
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| Well, you said you must be on your way
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| To where the rainbows and UFOs
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| Fall ten at a time
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| In a shower of glitter and gold
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| We’ll all be waiting for you here |