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off into outer space you go my friendswe wish you bon voyageand when you get there we will welcome you againand still you'll wonder at it allsee all the wonders that you leave behindthe wonders humble people ownI know a boy from a tribe so primitivehe can call me up without no telephonesee all the wonders that you leave behindenshrined in some great hourglassthe noble tongues, the noble languagesentombed in some great english classoff into outer space you go my friendswe wish you bon voyageand when you get there we will welcome you againand still you'll wonder at it allInstrumentalan anthropologist he wrote a bookhe called it myths of heavenhe's disappeared, his wife is all distraughtan angel came and got himhis hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true,his eys were lapis lazulihe spoke in a language oh so primitiveSongtextethat he made sense to meoff into outer space you go my friendswe wish you bon voyageand when you get there we will welcome you againand still you'll wonder at it all Aus Songtexte Mania