| Up into outer space you go my friends
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| We wish you bon voyage
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| And when you get there we will welcome you
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| And still you’ll wonder at it all
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| See all the wonders that you leave behind
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| The wonders humble people own
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| I know a girl from a tribe so primitive
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| She can call me up without no telephone
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| See all the wonders that you leave behind
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| Enshrined in some great hourglass
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| The noble tongues, the noble languages
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| Entombed in some great English class
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| Off into outer space you go my friends
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| We wish you bon voyage
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| And when you get there we will welcome you again
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| And still you’ll wonder at it all
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| An anthropologist, he wrote a book
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| He called it Myths of Heaven
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| He’s disappeared, his wife is all distraught
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| An angel came and got him
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| His hair was gold, his wings were love, his words were true
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| His eyes were lapis lazuli
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| He spoke in a language oh so primitive
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| He made sense to me
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| Off into outer space you go my friends
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| We wish you bon voyage
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| And when you get there we will welcome you
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| And still you’ll wonder at it all
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| Ah-ah
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| Ah-ah
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| Ah-ah
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| Ah-ah |