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My name is Captain John Fitzgerald and I’m lost
No rescue team is heading my way
Missing in Action, got my posthumous medal, Oh Yeah
A Space drifter, speeding where my spaceship takes me next
Here I am sitting in an elaborate, but rotten tin can
Adrift in space and time, floating so, so far away from Earth
Ground Control is a long lost feverish dream
As I’m looking out the window is not only the stars I perceive
I see the golden flower fields of my innocent childhood
Longing for decent air, a fresh breeze, a social interaction, anything real
In fact everything of what it means to be human
Without it, what am I?
A broken tin man in a curious tin can?
Drifting at 65.000 km/h through interstellar space
I’m riding the wave, going with the flow
Wherever destiny needs me to go
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