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Space monkey, space monkey What you doing out there? Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air Come gather round me you little monkeys
Brace yourself 'cause there's no gravity! You're in the motherfuckin' Space Olympics! Let it be known by every nation You'll only get one meal
of things He stepped into the darkened space The air was thick and warm He drops the coins in one by one The scene unfolds before him He stands looking
Radioactivity Is in the air for you and me Radioactivity Discovered by Madame Curie Radioactivity Tune in to the melody Radioactivity Is
Sometimes... by, deceives... in a world ... pictures are in a place and space... ... that's first to... covers... in the air That's a... time
the air, take me in Only Phool* with, carry me away (Interlude) CHORUS Visions in your eyes, Telling me no lies I can see, deep within your heart Heart is
The days were young the nights were long the air was new Now the time has come and gone and I have lived with and without you The weeks blew by
The pulsing of the flare reflected in the air Stick-stuck goggles deflecting the stare Underground, overdrive Countdown, take off We're gone,
and space was shared together Songs were sung, and laughter filled the air But just as life is long, we must move on And chart our own course to the rising
to the Lost continent of Atlantis. So the answers are given in the past, Somewhere in the infinity of space and time.
Avenue. Look away and she's eastbound, out of sight. Dropped here, By the hand of the Astronaut, Builder of the pyramids, The man from outer space
I hadn't seen them for ages I was in the ground But by then it was too late You can see he was beautiful Cigarette, he stops for a cigarette
again Let's move out, relocate This place is in a state Let's buy a pig or a hen We need some open space We need a change of pace So life here in town
Trailing out through the golden dawn. veering into the Angry swarm carried by the birds into the dark. swooping Down through the blurry clouds.
prettier Down in Texas They don't breathe That New York City polluted air The New York City sidewalks Filled with people Too busy to say hello
So they invented race and made themselves different From those they banned from grace They invented race by writing difference in the air They
Lost in space above all drifting To a place where planets shifting The moon erased, it's features lifting The glare But I am the stuff of happy
Don’t you wish we could run away baby? Find ourselves a little space Just you and me and a sunny day, hey, hey In some secret hiding place
are very faint And the pollution in earths atmosphere washes out their pale light Floating without air, without light Or else - charred
defiled Good air, good water, good earth Ethiopia, Ethiopia, Ethiopia Little garden planet, oasis in space Some hearts hurt, they can hardly stand
I'd drift with them in endless space But no man flies from this place At night I lay upon my bench and stare towards the stars The cold night air
The time is slipping and running away All the hours in procession Lining up day by day What you thought you could never hold in your hand You
end and I begin Basic space Openin' Don't look away When there's nothin' There I'm setting us in stone Piece by piece before I'm alone Air
air I breathe. Are you lost in the plate glass sermon? Don’t call it death for me instalment plan, She’s putting the armor on my back, Rigging
air I breathe. Are you lost in the plate glass sermon? Don't call it death for me installment plan, She's putting the armor on my back, Rigging