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Character Select
02:33
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Solar on Fire
02:25
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Return to Warp
01:59
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4. |
Engineering
01:55
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5. |
Epiphany
01:27
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6. |
The Forgotten Cartridge
02:21
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7. |
A Good Man Gone
02:31
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Somewhere
05:46
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They signed up to be heroes by the masses
Brilliant, photogenic, young charmers
But the target had scant proper gasses
So the first in the trenches were farmers
They generated views and ad revenues while we simple, plain ranchers withdrew
To the little, red planet with decades of work left to do
The choice was not one I rushed
Heartbreak can make you a fool
But everywhere I looked were reminders of us
And memories can be mighty cruel.
Now it feels like time passes just a little bit slower out here on the Noachian Dunes
So it’s a good thing there’s nothing out here that reminds me of you.
Chorus:
No better course to ride out my corporeal lease
Than quenching the sun-chapped floors of the parched Martian seas
Yeah, I’ll do my job on this planet whatever I’m due
Because I finally found somewhere that doesn’t remind me of you
Tilling regolith into loam
The russet wilds still barren and sparse
The night sky looks almost like home
With all the familiar stars
Plus two tiny moons and one gleaming ball where a woman once told me “I do.”
It’s a good thing there’s nothing out here that reminds me of you
chorus
The relinquishment was made manifest
In that last terrestrial “goodbye” I breathed
The cost I’ve incurred is confessed
By the invitation I never received
Because I’m not around, just like when you told me you needed me more than I knew
It’s a good thing there’s nothin’ out here that reminds me of you
chorus
Bridge:
In thirty-five billion,
Six hundred seventy-four million
nine hundred forty-seven thousand
Eight hundred forty acres
There’s nothing that reminds me
In thirty-five billion,
Six hundred seventy-four million
nine hundred forty-seven thousand
Eight hundred forty acres
There’s nothing that reminds me
In thirty-five billion,
Six hundred seventy-four million
nine hundred forty-seven thousand
Eight hundred forty acres
There’s nothing
Nothing that reminds me
Nothing that reminds me of you
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10. |
Fall Upon Your Sword
05:01
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thelocalfortuneteller Brisbane, Australia
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