| The first day comes and I’ve lost sight of my home
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| I start to wonder if it is still there
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| As I sit here with my back to the sun
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| Waiting for the solar flares to come
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| Two more days ‘til the light speed
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| The third day comes and I am hoping now
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| I won’t face all these years alone
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| I think of her and then I start to question
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| What this mission really means for me
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| What will come will come
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| Without my permission or my choosing
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| You just can’t be sure of anything at all
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| Except uncertainty
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| Another day ‘til light speed
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| The 5th day comes
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| Waking from my first deep sleep
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| Everything seems sharper and more real
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| I feel it grow soon it will light up my wings
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| The coronal mass ejection’s here
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| What will come will come
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| Without my permission or my choosing
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| You just can’t be sure of anything at all
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| Except uncertainty
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| This is my life, there’s no waking up
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| All of this is real
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| You can take it all
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| All that’s left behind is the dust we are made from
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| What will come will come
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| Without my permission or my choosing
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| You just can’t be sure of anything at all
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| Except uncertainty
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| This is my whole life
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| There’s no waking up all of this is real
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| You can take it all
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| All that’s left behind is the dust we are made from
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| What will come will come
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| And it will come
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| What will come will come
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| And it will come
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| And now I fly at light speed |