| Well, I came out swinging at the center field wall
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| And I caught a fast ball and I touched them all
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| But I burned down my engines needed to break
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| Where all that’s required is the time that we take
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| Now I’m done doing nothing, I’m weary of rest
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| And I’ve got to get back to the quest
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| I’ve ran out of reasons for laying so low
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| My memories will stay but my body must go
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| Back to the thunder, the rock and the eagle
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| And the truths on my love, only time will reveal
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| And I’ve just been forgiven and I’m all confessed
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| So I’ve got to get back to the quest
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| In one hand a ticket, in the other, a bag
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| Times have been good, it makes goodbye a drag
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| But I wasn’t born to be standing still alone
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| You know, one day my tombstone will say 'born to be gone'
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| Now my posse is waiting
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| Out to the west
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| Yes, it’s time to get back to the quest
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| Time to get back to the quest |