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One more astronaut in
Black skin universe
One more travelin' man
With weary tired eyes, feeling cold, feeling cold
Thinking around the clock of
Drinking on the job,
Of the powdered food and piss bags,
Never having sex and growing old, growing old

Headspace...alive and painless,
Weightless and almost sane
I close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Headspace...alone and shameless
Can't wait to find the faces
I left behind in a, a troubled time
Back home, back home, back home, back home

It gets so lonely you know
Weeks and months alone
Chasing sleep and space junk
And the dying stars I've known and loved, known and loved
Through true decline of the
Five billions minds or so
Through mudslides and earthquakes
The blue one holds and rolls along, rolls along, rolls along

Headspace...alive and painless,
Weightless and almost sane
I close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Headspace...alone and shameless
Can't wait to find the faces
I left behind in a, a troubled time
Back home, back home, back home, back home

One more astronaut in
Endless wide universe with
One more second chance at
Wondering why he's here at all

Headspace...alive and painless,
Weightless and almost sane
I close my eyes, I become the sky, yeah
Headspace...alone and shameless
Can't wait to find the faces
I left behind in a, a troubled time
Back home, back home, back home, back home

Bold are the ones who come
Over the line to fall
Over the horizon...never ones to fade away
Then it hit me, this
Cosmic pull and energy
It kinda makes me wonder if
I'll ever make it
Back home, back home...

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