| F# | Bbm | F# | Bbm | | Ground control to Major | Tom, | ground control to Major | Tom: |
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| Ebm | Ebm7 | Ab7 | | Take your | protein pills and | put your helmet on |
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| F# | Bbm | F# | Bbm | | Ground control to Major | Tom: | commencing countdown engine’s | on |
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| Ebm | Ebm7 | Ab7 | | Check ig | nition and may | God’s love be with you |
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| F# | Bb7 | B | | This is ground control to Major | Tom, you’ve really made the | grade! |
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| Bm | F#/Bb | B | Bm | F#/Bb | B | | And the | papers want to | know whose shirts you | wear, now it’s | time to leave the | capsule if you | dare |
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| F# | Bb7 | B | | This is Major Tom to ground con | trol, I’m stepping through the | door |
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| Bm | F#/Bb | B | Bm | F#/Bb | B | | And I’m | floating in the | most peculiar | way and the | stars look very | difeerent to | day |
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| Bmaj7 | Bbm7 | Bmaj7 | Bbm7 | | For | here am I | sitting in a tin can, | far above the | world |
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| Emaj7 | Ebm | C# | B | | Planet Earth is | blue and there’s | nothing I can | do |
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| F# | Bb7 | B | | Though I’m passed one hundred thousand | miles, I’m feeling very | still |
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| Bm | F#/Bb | B | Bm | F#/Bb | B | | And I | think my spaceship | knows which way to | go, tell my | wife I love her | very much she | knows |
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| C# | Bb7 | Ebm | Ebm7 | | Ground control to | Major Tom: Your | circuit’s dead, there’s | something wong. |
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| Ab7 | F#/C# | C# | | Can you | hear me Major Tom? Can you | hear me Major Tom? Can you | hear me Major Tom? Can you ... |
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| Bmaj7 | Bbm7 | Bmaj7 | Bbm7 | | Here am I | floating round my tin can, | far above the | moon |
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| Emaj7 | Ebm | C# | B | | Planet Earth is | blue and there’s | nothing I can | do |
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