Rocket
Rocket, rocket The skins like the sun like the red colored one that they call my Rocket, rocket That some ancient tune that invented the moon and the stars Now that I've found you I'm learning the sound to explain how you are I'm a soul... built on reactions and fatal attractions and phony hopes
Rocket, rocket The flowers of death and the gin-tainted breath of don juan Rocket, rocket
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