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Moscow's still red
The young man's dead
Gone to heaven instead
The evening news
Says he was confused
The motorways will all merge soon
Lottery winner buys the moon
They've come to save us
The space invaders are here
He thought of cars
And where Where to drive them
Who to drive them with
There There was no-one no-one
There's panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go Up into the blue
But there's a ten year queue
Columbia is in top gear
It shouldn't snow this time of year
America's shot She's gone and done the lot
He thought of planes And where
Where to fly to And who to fly there with
And there There was no-one No-one


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