| Dr Hellier says
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| That my body’s Afghanistan
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| And we can’t let the Taliban
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| Take over and breed
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| He says there’s only one answer
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| In a nuclear age, man
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| They might spread to Pakistan
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| So we have to proceed
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| He enters my bloodstream
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| With a crew in a capsule
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| He takes the wheel
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| With hands that were made to heal
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| Ah la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| La la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| La la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| Ah la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| La la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| La la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| As he approaches the death star
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| We lose visual contact
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| And that’s when my temple
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| Turned into a wasteland
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| They were shouting and shooting
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| When the capsule was taken
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| His last words as he went down
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| «Press the button»
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| He slipped my fingers from death’s grip
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| Escaped my body on a passenger ship
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| Watched T-cells playing in bow-waves
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| He lives for the ones that died
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| Don’t know how he came to survive
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| Just know he owes it to them to be happy
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| Ah la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| La la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| La la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| Ah la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| La la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| La la-la la-la la-la-la-la
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| Ah ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah ah ah-ah-ah |