The Space Race Songtext
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You'll find no flies on a parable this size,
no you won't.
With all our flagrant passes we incur upon the people
to privatize the monument
and publicize that steeples don't hurt anymore
than they used to hurt.
Raise the ramparts high
'neath a canopy of lies, as it were.
You'll find no flies on a parable this size,
no you won't.
With all our flagrant passes we incur upon the people
to privatize the monument
and publicize that steeples don't hurt anymore
than they used to hurt.
Raise the ramparts high
'neath a canopy of lies, as it were.
Amidst the subtle traces,
whether particle or bone.
We detect a weakness, yes.
The senses we have honed don't work anymore
than they used to work.
Amidst the subtle traces,
whether particle or bone.
We detect a weakness, yes.
The senses we have honed don't work anymore
than they used to work.
One could say, "We've lost the Space Race!"
One could say, "We've lost the Space Race!"
One could say, "We've lost the Space Race!"
Another one could say, "We've won!"
whether particle or bone.
We detect a weakness, yes.
The senses we have honed don't work anymore
than they used to work.
Amidst the subtle traces,
whether particle or bone.
We detect a weakness, yes.
The senses we have honed don't work anymore
than they used to work.
One could say, "We've lost the Space Race!"
One could say, "We've lost the Space Race!"
One could say, "We've lost the Space Race!"
Another one could say, "We've won!"
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