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So it might be true
That the big fat moon
Is a helium balloon. (Shock!)
And we might just prove
It's only painted blue
And it's floating down, down, down

As a theory goes,
It was all a hoax,
Those dirty, dirty lyin' astronauts (Shock!)
Never left the ground,
Just hanging around,
In a studio in hollywood

Built a great white whale (???)
Speak directly to my brain
What kind of sucker am I supposed to be today
And I'm in a smaller mood than you this morning (???)
Do I always have to wake up
With the new day dawning

And I do what I'm told
And hear what you're saying
And swallow it whole
Cos I'm at you're play

Baby I know the game
Baby I know the theory
If it doesn't add up
You're not thinking clearly

Conception of light (???)
Is a trick of the light (???)
It's all an illusion
A practical fact
In the heat of a night (???)
In all this confusion

Hold up your hand,
Hold up your hand,
Hold up your hand,
You made a mistake
Should have left it to me

They told us the future would be
Taken in hand
Nice little blueprint but the flaw
The flaw's in the plan
And then you say there's never been
Cos never ever and ever and ever (repeats)

Hold up your hand,
Hold up your hand,
Hold up your hand,
You made a mistake
Should have left it to me

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