| That november night, looking up into the sky,
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| You said,
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| hey, wish that was me up there--
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| Its the biggest rocket I could find,
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| And its holding the night in its arms
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| If only for a moment.
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| I cant see the look in its eyes,
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| But Im sure it must be laughing.
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| But it seemed to me the saddest thing Id ever seen,
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| And I thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing.
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| I saw only a stick on fire,
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| Alone on its journey
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| Home to the quickening ground,
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| With no one there to catch it.
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| I put on my pointed hat
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| And my black and silver suit,
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| And I check my gunpowder pack
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| And I strap the stick on my back.
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| And, dressed as a rocket on waterloo bridge--
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| Nobody seems to see me.
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| Then, with the fuse in my hand,
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| And now shooting into the night
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| And still as a rocket,
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| I land in the river.
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| Was it me said you were crazy?
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| I put on my cloudiest suit,
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| Size 5 lightning boots, too.
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| cause I am a rocket
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| On fire.
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| Look at me go, with my tail on fire,
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| With my tail on fire,
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| On fire.
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| Hey, look at me go, look at me… |