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Dead Astronaut All my life I float just like a dead astronaut's wife. Holding tight the hand that night they said, "He's dead." And we cried, "Can you feel me? Do you know what I'm up against? Can you feel me?" All my life I twist and turn like a dead astronaut's kite. Holding tight the hand that night they said, "He's dead." And we cried, "Can you feel me? Do you know what I'm up against? Can you feel me?" A dead astronaut. "Can you feel me?" All my life I want to know where all dead spacemen go. Sink or swim; I could get used to the cold or so I've been told. Can you feel me ...do you know what I'm up against? From Letras Mania