| It’s ragin' in the whole of us, like firespots fresh from the sun
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| This aggression’s getting heavy, so close in, tune up everyone
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| I’m hopin', and I’m walking and I heard you call my name
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| There’s still time to go, out alone
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| But I feel so free, it seems to be that swansong in my head
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| Hey it’s 1989!
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| I remember, standing on the roof, in New York, it was summertime
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| Below the streets, fell thick in rage, we smiled than began to fight
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| I’m walkin' and I’m talkin', but the truth is up ahead
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| Hey we’re not to go, anywhere
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| We’re busy playin' games and still that swansong’s in my head
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| Hey it’s time to fly south!
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| It’s a sure time, when it’s your time
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| Gotta feeling, and I’m reeling
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| The sky is dark and you put your hand in mine
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| There’s some people at the corner, but I didn’t know what to say
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| If demands decide your fate
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| The only thing to do is wait, and keep your spirits high
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| Keep your spirits high, no, that ain’t no lie, this
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| Swansong has to end! |