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    "Plans for space tourism were already in the works by twenty-first century. Technology in the New Real has made the dream part of everyday life. There's nothing like a weekend getaway in space!"

    It's 6 am, we're about to leave
    My heart is racing as I take my seat.
    What a feeling, so unreal, a cosmic holiday.
    Still can't believe it, the final frontier,
    a journey into Space.

    The hatches close, everyone's aboard.
    The engine's churning, we're taking off.
    It has started,there's no way back
    now we're on our way
    We have departed into the black,
    a journey into Space.
    We're on a cosmic holiday

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    From the hotel lounge, we admire the Earth
    The seas and clouds, our amazing world
    In zero G you can loose yourself
    Floating free in the Space Hotel.

    Making love, in zero gravity
    Will outspace your wildest fantasy
    What a feeling, so unreal, a cosmic holiday
    Still can't believe it, the final frontier,
    making out in space

    See the sun arise fifteen times a day,
    The crystal shine of the milky way
    We're spinning around and raising Hell
    Hanging out in the Space Hotel.

    From the hotel lounge we admire the Earth
    The seas and clouds, our amazing world
    In zero G you can loose yourself
    Floating free in the Space Hotel.

    Flying up to the bar, doing somersaults
    Playing guitar, bouncing off the walls
    We're spinning around, and raising Hell
    Hanging out in the Space Hotel

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    Composition: Arjen Anthony Lucassen

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