Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
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And things seem hard or tough,
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And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
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And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough,
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Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
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And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour.
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That's orbiting at ninety miles a second, so it's reckoned,
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A sun that is the source of all our power.
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The sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see,
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Are moving at a million miles a day,
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In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
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Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way.
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Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars;
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It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side;
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It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,
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But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide.
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We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
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We go 'round every two hundred million years;
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And our galaxy itself is only one of millions of billions
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In this amazing and expanding universe.
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The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding,
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In all of the directions it can whiz;
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As fast as it can go, the speed of light, you know,
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Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is.
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So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
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How amazingly unlikely is your birth;
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And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space,
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'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth!
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Galaxy Song
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Monty Python |