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On a flight through the night |
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There's no sleep at midnight hour |
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But I'm eased, heading east |
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And I cannot wait to hit the stage |
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That's what I'm born for |
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And that's where I live |
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It's where I belong |
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The favored few are marching again |
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Destined for spreading the word |
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Time's on our side and the worlds' greatest fans |
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Are feeding the flame of our hearts |
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Another flight through the night |
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And no sleep at midnight hour |
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Had a blast in the west |
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But the time has come to fly back home |
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That's what I'm born for |
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And that's where I live |
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It's where I belong |
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The favored few are marching again |
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Destined for spreading the word |
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Time's on our side and the worlds' greatest fans |
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Are feeding the flame of our hearts |
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There's always someone |
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Who is bitching and shouting |
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Rambling and tramping |
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Intruding and crowling |
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We came to spread the word |
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No matter what they're saying |
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Over and over, always, forever |
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The favored few are marching again |
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Destined for spreading the word |
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Time's on our side and the worlds' greatest fans |
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Are feeding the flame of our hearts |
