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The human race was dyin' out
Noone left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon
Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips
Looking for a new a ship
Come on, people better climb on board
Come on, baby, now we're going home
The human race was dyin' out
No one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon
Eeeh...climb on board now....
the ships don't leave ya.....
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