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GmShe packed my bags last night pre-Cflight
GmZero hour, nine Ca.m.
EbAnd I'm gonna be hBbigh as a kEbite by Fthen
GmI miss the earth so much, I miss my Cwife
GmIt's so lonely out in Cspace
EbOn such a tBbimeless fliEbght F
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BbAnd I think it's gonna be a long, long Ebtime
'Till touch down brings me round again to Bbfind
I'm not the man they think I am at Ebhome
Oh no, no, Bbno, I'm a rocketC man
EbRocket man, burning out his fuse up here alBbone
(+Eb between Choruses)
GmMars ain't the kind of place to Craise your kids
GmIn fact it's cold as Chell
EbAnd there's no one tBbhere to raEbise them, iFf you did
GmAnd all this science I don't Cunderstand
GmIt's just my job, five days aC week
EbA rocket mBban, a rocEbket mFan
EbAnd I think it's gonna be a long, long Bbtime {x4 sounds pretty good, end w/ Eb
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