| On the 28th of January 1986
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| Christa McAuliffe gazed in horror as the O-rings failed
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| And she died, and she died, and she died
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| For the next agonising two minutes and forty-five long seconds
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| She called out the truth on a broken radio:
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| «I'm alive, I’m alive, I’m alive»
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| It came as some surprise to realise that as she lost everything
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| The world was revealed in a transmission so real that she understood everything:
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| You’re still alive, you’re still alive
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| Four thousand nautical miles as the crow flies away
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| A home-made ham radio in the loft of a Hampshire family home
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| Came alive, came alive, came alive
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| And so the four-year-old amateur operator thus became the only person to hear
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| Christa’s last desperate communiqué
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| «We're alive, we’re alive, we’re alive»
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| It came as some surprise to realise, while he didn’t catch everything
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| The world was revealed in a transmission so real that he understood everything
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| You’re still alive
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| And Christa said
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| «The darkness up above led me on like unrequited love
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| While all the things I need were down here in the deep blue sea
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| The darkness up above led me on like unrequited love
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| While all the things I need were down here in the deep blue sea
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| The darkness up above led me on like unrequited love
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| While all the things I need were down here in the deep blue sea»
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| At four years old, I heard the truth on my radio
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| So now I keep a moment’s silence for my silent key
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| My silent key
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| My silent key
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| My silent key |