| Moscow’s still red, the young man’s dead
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| Gone to heaven instead, the evening news says he was confused
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| The motorways will all merge soon, lottery winner buys the moon
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| They’ve come to save us, the space invaders
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| He thought of cars
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| And where, where to drive them
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| And who to drive them with
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| But there, there was no one, no one aah-aah-aah
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| There’s panic at London Heathrow
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| Everybody wants to go up into the blue, but there’s a ten year queue
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| Columbia is in top gear, it shouldn’t snow this time of year
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| America’s shot, she’s gone and done the lot ()
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| He thought of planes
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| And where, where to fly to And who to fly there with
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| But there, there was no one, no one aah-aah-ahh
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| La la la la laaa
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| La la la la laaa la laaa
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| La la la la laaa
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| La la la la laaa la laaa
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| He thought of cars
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| And where, where to drive them
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| And who to drive them with
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| But there, there was no one, no one aah-aah-aah
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| La la la la laaa -\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 4
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| La la la la laaa la laaa -/ times |