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Found myself against the oddsAmong the space suits, walls of moving glassThey're glowing"All aboard!" the captain yells, The engines roaring in a million screamsThey're going homeAliens are under a waking,Aliens are under a waking craftAliens are under a waking,Aliens are under a waking craftAll the silence and the violenceAnd the hours between, we're miles apart,InstantlyHere they go the fallen starsThey've been feeling more and more aloofIt's time to flyAliens are under a waking,Aliens are under a waking craftAliens are under a waking,Aliens are, aliens are, aliens are, aliens are, aliens are... From Letras Mania