| Straight to the stars, to ziggy on Mars, watching all the spiders
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| Flight to the back, to raise the Berlin flag, let’s get down to Earth
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| From heaven we fell, to Satan in hell, burning down the people
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| It’s quite a mess, a failure how we guess, the devil’s backstage pass
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| We are back home — becoming alive, a S.T.O.P. |
| sign by our side
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| It’s a straight tone, if you’re alive and everything’s alright
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| We are back home — the pleasure in you, it shows up in the night
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| You will feel true, when you arrive, cause we are on your side
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| We are back home, back home!
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| Fate never will, climbing up the hill, by it’s own
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| Move to the top, your heart will never stop by it’s own
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| That’s why we sailing the seas, with shivering knees
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| Searching for an answer
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| A windows, a ball, we tag the Essex wall
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| We are back home…
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| No matter if you’ll crash on Mars
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| No matter if you’ll paint the stars
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| No matter if you’ll dry the sea
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| You should always find the way back to me |