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Space Monkey

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  • I’ve been on the ground, feet slowly draggin’
    I’ve been on a bender for weeks but it feels like I’m on the wagon

    You’re out of range, high in the atmosphere
    Cell phone’s all but blown and it sounds like you gotta gotta get outta there

    Houston, there’s trouble here
    I’m out of reach, out of love, and I’m mostly out of you
    And just as I say the word 'impossible',
    They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon

    Not keeping track but the phone rang two days ago
    My face is a map and the tears indicate I’ve got a ways to go

    Houston, there’s trouble here
    I’m out of reach, out of love, and I’m mostly out of you
    And just as I say the word 'unbearable',
    They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon

    "Are you happy or sad… or just pms-ing?"
    I know what he wants in his nonchalance…I know it’s pressing.

    Houston, I’m begging you...
    To give a shout out to all the peeps in the posse, yo
    O.K., for real: Could you relay a message fast
    To the astronaut who wanted to know?

    Yes, I do, I do believe in the sun
    And I do, I do concede there is one
    And you… do you believe in the one
    Do you, do you do you believe...?
  • I’ve been on the ground, feet slowly draggin’
    I’ve been on a bender for weeks but it feels like I’m on the wagon

    You’re out of range, high in the atmosphere
    Cell phone’s all but blown and it sounds like you gotta gotta get outta there

    Houston, there’s trouble here
    I’m out of reach, out of love, and I’m mostly out of you
    And just as I say the word 'impossible',
    They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon

    Not keeping track but the phone rang two days ago
    My face is a map and the tears indicate I’ve got a ways to go

    Houston, there’s trouble here
    I’m out of reach, out of love, and I’m mostly out of you
    And just as I say the word 'unbearable',
    They tell me space monkeys landed on the moon

    "Are you happy or sad… or just pms-ing?"
    I know what he wants in his nonchalance…I know it’s pressing.

    Houston, I’m begging you...
    To give a shout out to all the peeps in the posse, yo
    O.K., for real: Could you relay a message fast
    To the astronaut who wanted to know?

    Yes, I do, I do believe in the sun
    And I do, I do concede there is one
    And you… do you believe in the one
    Do you, do you do you believe...?