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When I was 3, my mother said to meEat up your greens and say your graveWhile on TV they put a dog in spaceAnd left here there... you should've seen her faceWhen I was 5, the dream was still aliveAnd Walter Cronkite said: "One day we'll earn our daily breadConducting things in outer space"But still on earth I thrive... and you pretend I'm not alive And walk by with my substitute While I fasten the oxygen valve on my space suitWhen I was 8, we shared a cloakrack - it was greatAnd I pretended I had so much on my plateI had a speech to write, about moonshot trajectoryAnd during phonics class, perfected my delivery Now the band's playing "Hail to the Chief" While my capsule's out floating by some tropical reefall the experts can agree on, regarding your motivesin the cape canaveral crash... is that they know nothing it puzzles me so...Now I'm full grown, and I've a spacecraft of my ownBut there you sit, still upon your Earthly throneHey darling, throw this 'space-pup' a boneDon't touch that dial, don't hang up that phone
When I was 3, my mother said to meEat up your greens and say your graveWhile on TV they put a dog in spaceAnd left here there... you should've seen her faceWhen I was 5, the dream was still aliveAnd Walter Cronkite said: "One day we'll earn our daily breadConducting things in outer space"But still on earth I thrive... and you pretend I'm not alive And walk by with my substitute While I fasten the oxygen valve on my space suitWhen I was 8, we shared a cloakrack - it was greatAnd I pretended I had so much on my plateI had a speech to write, about moonshot trajectoryAnd during phonics class, perfected my delivery Now the band's playing "Hail to the Chief" While my capsule's out floating by some tropical reefall the experts can agree on, regarding your motivesin the cape canaveral crash... is that they know nothing it puzzles me so...Now I'm full grown, and I've a spacecraft of my ownBut there you sit, still upon your Earthly throneHey darling, throw this 'space-pup' a boneDon't touch that dial, don't hang up that phone
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