| Packing my bags-going away
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| To a place where the air is clean
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| On Saturn
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| There’s no sense to sit and watch people die
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| We don’t fight our wars the way you do
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| We put back all the things we use
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| On Saturn
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| There’s no sense to keep on doing such crimes
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| There’s no principles in what you say
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| No direction in the things you do
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| For your world is soon to come to a close
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| Through the ages all great men have taught
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| Truth and happiness just can’t be bought-or sold
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| Tell me why are you people so cold
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| I’m going back to Saturn where the rings all glow
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| Rainbow, moonbeams and orange snow
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| On Saturn
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| People live to be two hundred and five
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| Going back to Saturn where the people smile
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| Don’t need cars 'cause we’ve learned to fly
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| On Saturn
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| Just to live to us is our natural high
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| We have come here many times before
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| To find your strategy to peace is war
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| Killing helpless men, women and children
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| That don’t even know what they’re dying for
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| We can’t trust you when you take a stand
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| With a burning bible in your hand
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| With a cold expression on your face
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| Saying give us what we want or we’ll destroy
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| I’m going back to Saturn where the rings all glow
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| Rainbow, moonbeams and orange snow
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| On Saturn
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| People live to be two hundred and five
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| Going back to Saturn where the people smile
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| Don’t need cars 'cause we’ve learned to fly
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| On Saturn
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| Just to live to us is our natural high |