| Hanging around, it seems I’m late
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| Arrived on time, but I’ve not been paid
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| Heaven was opening doors, they were cleaning the floors
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| But I had to wait
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| Sitting up late and talking no sense
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| We all fall down when there’s blood on our scent
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| Sit on the fence and think of the date
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| We try very hard to name the place
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| «I was talking to Manfred, he said you can fly
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| Why go touch down, when you can reach out and touch the sky?»
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| I’m getting closer to you, my fiftieth gate
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| But still I had to wait at the fiftieth gate
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| Taking my time, and making my mind up
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| Is better than falling behind
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| Painting out signs and what do you find
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| You’ve still got the caller on the end of the line
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| «I was talking to Leon, he said you can never hide
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| Why die for nothing, when you can die for your pride»
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| I’m getting closer to you, my fiftieth gate
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| But still I had to wait at the fiftieth gate
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| I entered a field and everyone kneeled
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| I was given a photograph
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| It was no big deal, it was Jesus in heels
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| I heard somebody laugh
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| Building a house and painting it white
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| We’re all wired up and ready to fight
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| Can’t stand the heat, then get out of the light
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| Cooling it down with whiskey and ice
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| «I was talking to Abraham, I said, «You look a lot like God!»
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| He said, «Maybe I am — don’t believe that man!»
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| Take time, be kind
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| Don’t believe your mother, but believe in your mind
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| Take time, be kind
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| Still I had to wait at the fiftieth gate
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| Real fun, my son
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| The day you can open it’s the day that I’ve won
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| Real fun, my son
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| Still I had to wait at the fiftieth gate |