we're working so hard
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building hives to keep us alive
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always moving on
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it's the nature of the creature
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out across the seas
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and into space
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we will pollinate the worlds
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as yet unknown
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building homes so that
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we can roam the faces
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of all the beautiful places
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in shiny silver trailers
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strapped in and looking for traces
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there's craters
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filled with sand
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and lakes down under the wasteland
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in shiny silver trailers
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they'll all have similar faces
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in the beautiful places
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where a mind can wonder
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and a man can wander
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the wild blue yonder
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the light beyond her
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there's something out there
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so don't you be scared
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because it's in all of us
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and all of our religions
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the scientists and teachers
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looking for the unmoved mover
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and when they have the dream
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and find the genius gene
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they built the great machines to take us home
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to the distant stars
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I know they're far
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it takes sunshine a long time to find
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a nice place to stay
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that's just like ours
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One Small Step
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Sense Field |