| Frigid Tuesday morning, waiting for the winds to die
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| Shake the Magic 8 Ball; |
| ask if everything’s all right
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| Outside the thermometer reads 31 degrees
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| Our families in the bleachers, bundled up so they don’t freeze
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| Filled with pride to watch their children fly
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| Eleven Thirty, Eastern Standard Time
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| (We want to take you)
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| Into the great big blue
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| Into the great big blue, we want to take you
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| Into the great big blue (we want to take you)
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| Into the great big blue
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| We skate across the launch-pad, anxious sled dogs on the ice
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| Tidal wave of darkness waits above the morning sky
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| Strapped onto the rocket, after multiple delays
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| Came down with «Go Fever», after 6 or 7 days
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| Lost in wonder, dreaming how it feels (how it feels)
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| Blasting off from NASA’s frozen fields
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| (We want to take you)
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| Into the great big blue
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| Into the great big blue, we want to take you
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| Into the great big blue (we want to take you)
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| Into the great big blue
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| Isaac’s laws of motion, coming true, right now
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| Classical mechanics start to take us down (we're going down)
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| Atlas holds the heavens a little too (Atlas holds the heavens too far) far out
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| Falling to his ocean, never to be found (we're going down, never to be found)
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| (We want to take you)
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| Into the great big blue
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| Into the great big blue (we want to take you)
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| Into the great big blue
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| Into the great big blue
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| Grey graffiti sprayed across the sky
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| Fall like streamers, eighteen miles high (we want to take you)
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| Grey graffiti sprayed across the sky
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| Fall like streamers, eighteen miles high
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| (We want to take you) …blue, blue |