| Sailing round the true-blue sphere---
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| Is it too late to bale out of here?
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| Well, there has to be some better way
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| To turn back the night
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| Spin on to yesterday
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| The old man and his crew---
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| After all these years
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| It’s apogee
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| Pilot training and remorse---
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| Spirit friends fly too
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| At apogee
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| Apogee --- solar bright
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| Apogee --- through the night
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| Apogee --- overground
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| Don’t think I’ll be coming down
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| Screened for a stable mate
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| With nerves of ice we flew
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| At apogee
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| No creativity allowed
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| To pass through stainless veins of steel
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| At apogee
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| Apogee --- put the kettle on
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| Tight-lipped --- soldier on
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| High point --- communicate
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| Don’t forget to urinate
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| So glad they put this window in
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| How to explain, how to begin?
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| See! |
| Tennyson and Wordsworth there
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| Waiting for me in the cold, thin air
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| Beware a host of unearthly daffodils
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| Drifting golden, turned up loud
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| Tell the boys back home
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| I’m gonna get some
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| The Wrong Stuff’s loose in here ---
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| I’m climbing up the walls
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| At apogee
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| So hoist the skull and bones ---
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| Death and glory’s free
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| At apogee
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| A stranger wind, a solar breeze ---
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| I’m walking out upon the starry seas
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| See pyramids, see standing stones ---
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| Pink cotton undies and blue telephones
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| Goodbye, cruel world that was my home ---
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| There’s a cleaner space out there to roam
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| Put my feet up on the moons of Mars ---
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| Sit back, relax and count the stars |