Key: E
Introduction:
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She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Gm7 C7
Zero hour, nine a.m.
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And I'm gonna be hi -i -igh, as a kite by then
Gm7 C7
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife,
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It's lonely out in space
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On such a ti-i-imeless flight
Bb Eb
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Bb
'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find
Eb
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Bb C
Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man. . . .
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Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone
Gm7 C7
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
Gm7 C7
In fact its cold as hell
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And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did
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And all this science, I don't understand
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It's just my job 5 days a week
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A Rocket, ma -an, Rocket man
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And I thing it's gonna be a long, long time...