| Randomized life on outlying planets
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| On tour in the void with friends who can manage
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| Offers trickle in through in through the bandwidth
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| You play to weird markets, play wherever you can
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| I may live it a long while
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| Vagrant life and all its mirth
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| Seek domesticity in exile
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| On occasion dream of earth
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| I may live it a long while
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| On occasion dream of earth
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| Dream of earth… (dream of earth, dream of earth, dream of…)
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| Get offworld, get extrasolar
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| Boot the motor, we’ve got time to waste
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| (In every blot of space)
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| Our goodwill is gonna kill us
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| But come what may we’re on our way
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| (Intrepid and unphased)
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| Get offworld, get extrasolar
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| Boot the motor, we’ve gotta lotta time to waste
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| (And a hundred friends to blame)
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| Our goodwill is gonna kill us
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| But come what may we’re on our way
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| Meet attendance and meet new men
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| Gaily browse a thousand vendors
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| Riff on dinner and coordinates
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| And it all just blurs again
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| Only sometimes have my focus
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| But reserve a general well-being
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| Think of all the junk I jettison and what it does for me
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| Think of all the junk I jettison and what it does for me
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| All the junk I jettison…
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| (and all the junk I jettison, and all the…)
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| Get offworld, get extrasolar
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| Boot the motor, we’ve got time to waste
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| (In every blot of space)
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| Our goodwill is gonna kill us
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| But come what may we’re on our way
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| (Intrepid and unphased)
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| Get offworld, get extrasolar
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| Boot the motor, we’ve gotta lotta time to waste
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| (And a hundred friends to blame)
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| Our goodwill is gonna kill us
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| But come what may we’re on our way
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| Supernova solar flare
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| Just burst bright and died somewhere
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| Its glint from lakebed mica strike
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| And warm an earthling mind
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| Type of work and type of life
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| Browse monitors all night
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| Some cosmic bard with means to roam
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| Will his loneliness deny
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| Get offworld, get extrasolar
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| Boot the motor, we’ve got time to waste
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| (In every blot of space)
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| Our goodwill is gonna kill us
|
| But come what may we’re on our way
|
| (Intrepid and unphased)
|
| Get offworld, get extrasolar
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| Boot the motor, we’ve gotta lotta time to waste
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| (And a hundred friends to blame)
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| Our goodwill is gonna kill us
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| But come what may we’re on our way |