Rocket Man (Cifrada)
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She packed my bags last night, pre-flight, Zero hour, nine a.m.
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And I'm gonna be hi-i-igh as a kite by then
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I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife, it's lonely out in space
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On such a ti- i-imeless 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, burning out a fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids, in fact its cold as hell
And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did
And all this science, I don't understand, its just my job 5 days a week
Rocket ma-a-a-an, Rocket man
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