| One more astronaut in
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| Black skin universe
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| One more travelin' man
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| With weary tired eyes
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| Feeling cold, feeling cold
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| Thinking around the clock of
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| Drinking on the job
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| Of the powdered food and piss bags
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| Never having sex
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| And growing old, growing old
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| Headspace, alive and painless
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| Weightless and almost sane I
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| Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
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| Headspace, alone and shameless
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| Can’t wait to find the faces
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| Left behind in a… a troubled time
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| Back home, back home
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| Back home, back home
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| It gets so lonely, you know
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| Weeks and months alone
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| Chasing sleep and space junk
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| And the dying stars
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| I’ve known and loved, known and loved
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| Through true decline of the
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| Five billions minds or so
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| Through mudslides and earthquakes
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| The blue one holds on
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| And rolls along, rolls along, rolls along
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| Headspace, alive and painless
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| Weightless and almost sane I
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| Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
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| Headspace, alone and shameless
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| Can’t wait to find the faces
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| Left behind in a… a troubled time
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| Back home, back home
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| Back home, back home
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| One more astronaut in
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| Endless old universe with
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| One more second chance at
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| Wondering why he’s here at all
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| Headspace, alive and painless
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| Weightless and almost sane I
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| Close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
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| Headspace, alone and shameless
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| Can’t wait to find the faces
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| Left behind in a… a troubled time
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| Back home, back home
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| Back home, back home
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| Bold are the ones who come
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| Over the line to fall
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| Over the horizon
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| Never ones to fade away
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| Then it hit me
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| This cosmic pull and energy
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| It kinda makes me wonder if
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| I’ll ever make it back home, back home |