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Boys and girls in cars
Dogs and birds on lawns
From here I can touch the sun
Yeah yeah

Put your jackets on
I feel we're being born
The Tropic of Capricorn is below
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

We stall above the pole
Still your face is young
As we feel our weight return
Yeah yeah

A trail of shooting stars
The horses call of storm
Because the air contains the charge
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

The radio is on
And Houston knows the score
Can you feel it?
We're almost home
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
The crew compartment's breaking up
Boys and girls in cars   Dogs and birds on lawns   From here I can touch the sun   Yeah yeah      Put your jackets on   I feel we're being born   The Tropic of Capricorn is below   Yeah yeah yeah yeah      We stall above the pole   Still your face is young   As we feel our weight return   Yeah yeah      A trail of shooting stars   The horses call of storm   Because the air contains the charge   Yeah yeah yeah yeah      The radio is on   And Houston knows the score   Can you feel it?   We're almost home   Yeah yeah yeah yeah      The crew compartment's breaking up   The crew compartment's breaking up   The crew compartment's breaking up   The crew compartment's breaking up   The crew compartment's breaking up   The crew compartment's breaking up   The crew compartment's breaking up