| The middle lane has trapped my car
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| In red-light claustrophobia
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| I slip the shackles, cut the rope ---
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| Stand naked with a telescope
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| As the cat walks alone
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| Under a big sky
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| Against the dark so thin and white ---
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| Gonna be a big sky night
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| Miss Galileo, come with me
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| And view the new Astronomy
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| Black hole dressing on salad plate ---
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| Quasar at the kissing gate
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| Now the cat, he walks alone
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| Under a big sky
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| Umbrella dome pin-pricked in lights ---
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| Gonna be a big sky night
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| My spectacles, my white lab coat ---
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| My coffee, thermos and my notes
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| I pat my pockets. |
| I got the keys
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| To the secrets of the observatory
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| And closing the door
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| I feel a new dawn
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| As the darker slides align ---
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| You to yours and me to mine
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| And now you stand, assisting me ---
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| I can touch what I can see, see, see
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| I look in wonder, I feel no shame ---
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| See the consequences of the game
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| Expand the universe
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| Head for the Big Bang
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| Reach for my switch and shout ---
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| Gonna turn the big sky out
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| There’s got to be astronomy
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| Astronomy |