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The Commander Thinks Aloud lyrics
Boys and girls in cars
Dogs and birds on lawns
From here I can touch the sun
Yeah, yeah
Put your jackets on
I feel we're being born
The Tropic of Capricorn is below
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We stall above the pole
Still your face is young
As we feel our weight return
Yeah, yeah
A trail of shooting stars
The horses call of storm
Because the air contains the charge
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The radio is on
And Houston knows the score
Can you feel it?
We're almost home
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
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- Track 12 on Putting the Days to Bed
- 11 Seven
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