Standing there alone, the ship is waiting
All systems are go, are you sure?
Control is not convinced
But [bad word] has the evidence
No need to abort

The countdown starts

Watching in a trance, the crew is certain
Nothing left to chance, all is working
Trying to relax, up in the capsule
"Send me up a drink", jokes Major Tom
The count goes on

4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us, drifting falling
Floating weightless, calling calling home

Second stage is cut, we're now in orbit
Stabilizers [bad word] perfect
Starting to collect, requested data
What will it effect, when all is done
Thinks Major Tom

Back at ground control, there is a problem
Go to rockets full, not responding
Hello Major Tom, are you receiving
Turn the [bad word] on, we're standing by
There's no reply

4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us, drifting, falling
Floating, weightless, calling, calling, home

Across the stratosphere
final message, "Give my wife my love"
Then nothing more

Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning
They don't realize, he's alive
No one understands but Major Tom sees
Now the [bad word]  this is my home [bad word] home

Earth below us, drifting, falling
Floating, [bad word] home
Earth below us, drifting, falling
Floating, [bad word] home

Earth below us, drifting, falling
Floating, [bad word]  coming home
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