| I am a non-critical system
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| Stuck on an overcritical rock
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| Lacking the skills, knowledge or training
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| To qualify as an astronaut
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| But could I be a passenger?
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| Stowaway or cargo?
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| Baggage?
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| In space no one can hear you cry
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| I smile and mouth the word goodbye
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| I’ll seek out a colony
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| Whichever one will take me
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| Take me to the stars
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| An object in motion stays in motion
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| An object at rest stays at rest
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| Sound waves can’t travel in a vacuum
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| And nobody passes my empathy test
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| But I don’t need an audience
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| Loneliness beats ignorance any day
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| In space no one can hear you cry
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| A satellite to resupply
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| I’ll survey the galaxy
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| Hitchhiking from rover to rover
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| Take me to the stars
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| In space no one can hear you cry
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| Self-conscious of their naked eyes
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| If you join in my fantasy
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| I promise to accept you |