| On the tenth of June we landed here on Mars
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| And we looked up through the dust clouds to the stars
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| All around us lay a plain of burning sand
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| And a bitter wind flew out across the land
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| Not a single ghost was there to tell the past
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| Not a single lonely blade of desert grass
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| This is how it really feels to be alone
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| Only fifty million miles away from home
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| I have flown here through the silences of space
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| And I dared to set my foot upon this place
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| On the desert lies the shadow of a man
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| But the wind has blown his footprints from the sand
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| In the Martian night two moons rise in the sky
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| And the winter cold is deeper than a sigh
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| And the mountains here were bare since time began
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| And they make me feel ashamed of what I am
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| I have flown here through the silences of space
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| And I dared to set my foot upon this place
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| On the desert lies the shadow of a man
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| But the wind has blown his footprints from the sand
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| I have flown here through the silences of space
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| And I dared to set my foot upon this place
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| On the desert lies the shadow of a man
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| But the wind has blown his footprints from the sand |