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Don’t you wish you could’ve been an astronaut
Back when astronauts had more appeal
Or the one who jumped the canyon as an afterthought
Feeling like a god behind the wheel
I’m sorry, sir
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I’m sorry, sir
Have you ever dreamt you were an atom bomb
Lighting up the sky on the atoll
Relocating residents you landed on
And sadly living life without a soul
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I’m sorry, sir
Don’t you wish you could’ve been an astronaut
Back when astronauts had more appeal
Or the one who jumped the canyon as an afterthought
Feeling like a god behind the wheel
I’m sorry, sir
There’s only one per customer
I’m sorry, sir