| This is the moment that we come alive
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| I’m handing out the breath and the kiss
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| I’m electric with the snap and the crackle of creation
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| I’m mixing up the mud with the spit
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| So rise up Brendan Behan and like a drunken Lazarus
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| Let’s traipse the high bronze of the evening sky
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| Like crack crazed kings
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| Voyager 2 where are you now
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| Looking back at home and weeping
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| Cold and alone in the dark void
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| Winding down and bleeping
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| Ever dimmer ever thinner
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| Feebly cheeping in the solar winds
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| I’ll turn you up
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| Sail on sail on sail on
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| On past the howling storms
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| Through electric orange skies
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| And blinding methane rain
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| Sail on
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| I’ll turn you up
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| Never bring me down to earth again
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| Let me blaze a trail of glory across the sky
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| Let me traipse across it’s golden high
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| Let me marvel in wonder and unfettered gaze
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| At the bigness and implausibility of being
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| Yes stretch out your hands into infinity you human things
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| Past blind moons and ice cream worlds
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| You hurl your metal ball of dull intelligence
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| And show us all our fragile grip
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| As we too track with you
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| Slower but no less insistent
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| Like the only fertile seed
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| In the barren vault of being
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| Sail on
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| Hurtling towards the waiting tomb of empty worlds
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| Waiting for the final primary come of life
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| I’ll turn you up
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| And I’m thinking big things
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| I’m thinking about mortality
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| I’m thinking it’s a cheap price that we pay for existance
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| This is the moment that we come alive
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| This is the breath and this is the kiss
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| No we’re in Paris
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| In the ball gowns
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| In the high heels
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| In the snow
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| And we’re spinning round Versailles in a Volkswagen Beetle
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| That we’d hired for the day
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| (At the cheap rate)
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| The room without the shower was cold again
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| «Are we already middle-aged», she said
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| And I said «I feel nothing
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| I feel like a jelly-fish»
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| «Mabey it’s the Portuguese Men-O-Pause», she joked
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| And she laughed her brittle head
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| And we went back to bed
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| And I’ve been thinking about these things
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| I’ve been thinking about Voyager 2
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| And this is the moment that we come alive |