| I’ve been a bad boy, you know the way
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| Became an airboy and changed my name
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| My airship dreams had found a clearer sky
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| I’ve been thinking about the state I’m in
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| I started sinking a bottle of gin
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| In this rocket cathedral pointing to the sky
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| And I’m spacebound again, I need the money
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| And I can’t see the stars, it’s so funny
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| Until I’m earthbound again, I’ll miss you honey
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| In this rocket cathedral pointing to the sky
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| Some visit Lucifer, some may be crucified
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| I’m goin' to Mars
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| Some talk to celluloid, some talk to shiny cars
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| I talk to stars
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| I’ve been thinking 'bout all the ways
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| That a whizz man spends all his days
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| In a rocket cathedral pointing to the sky
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| Wish I was grounded, and see the last of my days
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| And get rebounded down the Milky Way
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| In a rocket cathedral pointing to the stars
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| So I’m spacebound again, who needs the money
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| And I can’t see the stars, I feel so funny
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| Until I’m earthbound again, I’ll miss you honey
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| In this rocket cathedral pointing to the sky
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| So I’ll go to Lucifer and I may be crucified
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| Goodbye Mars
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| I’ll talk to celluloid, I’ll drive a shiny car
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| Bye bye stars |