| She packed my bags last night - pre-flight |
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And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then |
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I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife |
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On such a timeless flight |
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And I think it's gonna be a long long time |
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Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find |
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I'm not the man they think I am at home |
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Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man |
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Rocket man, burnin' out his fuse up here alone |
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Mars ain't the kinda place to raise your kids |
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In fact it's cold as hell |
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And there's no one there to raise them if you did |
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And all this science, I don't understand |
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It's just my job five days a-week |
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Rocket man - - - rocket man |
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And I think it's gonna be a long long time |
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Till touchdown brings me 'round to find |
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I'm not the man they think I am at home |
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Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man |
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Rocket man, burnin' out his fuse up here alone |
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And I think it's gonna be a long long time |
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And I think it's gonna be a long long time |
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And I think it's gonna be a long long time |
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