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A train moving out of the station, somewhere south of it. |
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A satellite making connections somewhere over it. |
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One makes a long lonely howl, one is silent. |
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A new design waits to be launched somewhere west of it. |
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Calling all cans on the go, |
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This is mission control |
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Somewhere built below it. |
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Pass that cup over here; this is boring. |
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And I don't even do this anymore to believe |
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The nonsense I'm hearing. |
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A certain amount of booze is all it takes to relax me. |
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Then it's back to my parents' home in a taxi. |
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Back to the place I belong, |
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To the place I belong. |
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Somewhere built below it. |
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I am a science boy. |
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I grew up on dinosaurs, |
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A million different species of birds, and aircraft. |
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This is the science of truth, |
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Is the science of love, |
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Is the science of it. |
