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Space Travel /Science of Things/1999They're polishing the government Resembles a last waltz We are the playthings We are the form Soon it may come Since we can rise Too long since I've seen you We move like satellites My future lies In space travel She's coming over me They're burning the tenements Topless progressive thinking Political holes Got six but pray for seven My future lies In space travel She's coming over me I employ spies To stroll the gravel They never want to leave The future lies The future lies Scared of the government scared of the government The future lies In space travel There's someone after me I employ spies In silver tassels The never seem that pleased The future lies The future lies (space) The future lies The future lies (space) The future lies The future lies (space travel) The future lies (space travel) |