| It’s time for us to go outside
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| Hello Earth, can you hear us?
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| We’re in the airlock now and the door is opening
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| In just a few seconds we’ll have our first look close at the surface
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| It’s so difficult to believe we’re actually here
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| The barrenness is hard to believe
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| Not the slightest sign of life anywhere
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| Nothing but the rocks and the dust glaring in the sun
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| And deep black shadows which is sharper and harder then any seen on Earth
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| It’s almost a. |
| a. |
| a.
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| A monochromatic world, monochromatic world
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| Like a old fashioned sepia photograph
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| Deep black shadows, hard to believe
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| Almost a. |
| close up. |
| hard to believe… (here)
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| Like a monochromatic world (what in heavens!)
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| Big black monochromatic world
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| The sky is black
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| Not a trees, not a blade of grass (no. no. nothing)
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| The sky is black, (oh heavens. there it is.)
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| Monochromatic world
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| Like a old fashioned sepia photograph
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| Big black shadows. |
| (nothing!)
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| Sharper and black harder (what in heavens!)
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| What in heavens name is that?
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| It sounds like music
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| Music I’ve never heard before
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| It scares me stiff
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| Did I hear a voice?
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| It’s nothing to be scared of
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| None of us is going to be hurt
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| There are things out here
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| Even on the fringe of space
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| You don’t comprehend |