| On solid fuel and wires
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| Turn the key and light the fires
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| We’re leaving Earth today
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| This rocket’s burning bright
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| We’ll soon be out of sight
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| And orbiting in space
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| Pushed back in my seat
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| Look out my window: there goes home
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| That ball of shiny blue
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| Houses everybody anybody ever knew
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| So sing your song, I’m listening
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| Out where stars are glistening
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| I can hear your voices bouncing off the moon
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| If you could see our nations
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| From the International Space Station
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| You’d know why I’d want to get back soon
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| Eighteen thousand miles an hour
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| Fuelled by science and solar power
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| The oceans racing past
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| At half a thousand tons
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| Ninety minutes Moon to Sun
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| A bullet can’t go half this fast
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| Floating from my seat
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| Look out my window: there goes home
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| That brilliant ball of blue
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| It’s where I’m from, it’s also where I’m going to
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| All black and white just fades to grey
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| Where the sun rises sixteen times a day
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| You can’t make out borders from up here
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| Just a spinning ball within a tiny atmosphere
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| Pushed back in my seat
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| Look out my window: here comes home
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| What once was fuelled by fear
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| Now has fifteen nations orbiting together here
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| So sing your song, I’m listening
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| Out where stars are glistening
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| I can hear your voices bouncing off the moon
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| If you could see our nations
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| From the International Space Station
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| You’d know why I’d want to get back soon
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| You’d know why I’d want to get back soon
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| You’d know why I’d want to get back soon |