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Walter Cronkite,
Teach me about about any definite life
Present me the future to remodels and wires
Their blanket hope of an afterlife
Their blanket hope of an afterlife
Spaceship, earth
Here we go, here we go
Help me get out
Lest the pain that is sewn
In the seeds of the stars that
Are starting to show
And the tails of those
Are already dead
Here we go, here we go
Let me stand still
For a minute.
Let me stand still
For a minute.
