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