| All the airports seem alike
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| Check your bags, check your flight
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| They send you on your way
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| Passports and security
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| Magazines and duty free
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| Are friends along the way
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| You have your dream
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| She has her own
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| But why does it always seem that your dreams, are found such a long way from
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| home
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| All the runways seem alike
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| They’re only decoys shining bright
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| To lead you away
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| They take you racing through the night
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| Till there’s an end in sight
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| Then they speed you away
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| You have your window
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| She has her own
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| And out through the dark somewhere, The lights of her window are calling you
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| back home
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| Night rider, night rider
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| The sky is a lonely highway
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| Of lost dreams, and promises
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| And things that you meant to say
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| Higher and higher
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| The night finds a thousand ways
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| To travel your worldly voyages
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| While the world is a long way away
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| And all the jumbos seem alike
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| When you’ve been up there on a night flight
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| For a few hours or more
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| The movie’s over and the lights are low
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| And there’s nothing much on the stereo
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| You’ve heard it all before |
| But you have your window
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| And for reasons unknown
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| Out through the darkest night
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| You can always see things clearer than back home
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| Night rider, night rider
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| The sky is a lonely highway
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| Of lost dreams, and promises
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| And things that you meant to say
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| Higher and higher
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| The night finds a thousand ways
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| To travel your worldly voyages
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| While the world is a long way away |