Boy Sets Fire - Rocket Man Lyrics
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Rocket Man
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What Are The Lyrics For Rocket Man By Boy Sets Fire?
She packed by bag last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine a.m. And I'm gonna be high As a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss my wife It's lonely out in space On such a timeless flight And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Ah, no no no... I'm a rocket man Rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up here alone Mars ain't the kind of place To raise your kids In fact, it's cold as hell And there's no one there to raise them If you did And all this science I don't understand It's just my job Five days a week A Rocket Man Rocket Man And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Ah, no no no... And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Ah, no no no... I'm a rocket man Rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up here alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time Long, long, time Long, long, time Ah, no, no, no... Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... |
Who Wrote Rocket Man By Boy Sets Fire?
Elton John, Bernie Taupin
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What's The Duration Of The Rocket Man By Boy Sets Fire?The duration of Rocket Man is 3:36 minutes and seconds. |
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