| When I was tying my laces
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| Reading books with just pictures
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| I had dreams of many places
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| Never found out where they were
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| So fire away, fire away, fire away, fire
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| Fire away, fire away, fire away, fire
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| Two bags of books and a suitcase
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| Leaving my only hometown
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| Father and mother will worry
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| But I’ve got to get lost to be found
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| So fire away, fire away, fire away, fire
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| Fire away, fire away, fire away, fire
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| With a heavy heart
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| And open arms
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| With a heavy heart
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| And open arms
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| I feel the wind at my footstep
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| Thunder inside of my bones
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| My legs come unfixed and they’re running
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| Chasing the timekeepers call
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| So fire away, fire away, fire away, fire
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| Fire away, fire away, fire away, fire
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| With a heavy heart
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| And open arms
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| With a heavy heart
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| And open arms
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| Fire away, fire away, fire away, fire |