| Driving through the night rain,
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| And another hall to play.
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| Supporting this month’s disciples
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| With important things to say.
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| The DJ’s bored, the kids have scored,
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| The heavies prowl the place.
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| The sound check’s done, you start your run
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| To the ten heads in this place.
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| This could be the moment,
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| This could be the moment,
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| This could be the moment
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| You’ve been waiting for,
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| You’ve been heading for,
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| You’ve been waiting for,
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| This could be.
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| Driving through the night streets
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| On a brand new set of wheels.
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| The radio’s low, she’s talking slow,
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| Telling you how she feels.
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| She’s in a dream, she hears a scream,
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| She no longer has control.
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| Her heart’s been hurt, her life won’t work,
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| The play is for her soul.
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| This could be the moment,
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| This could be the moment,
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| This could be the moment
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| You’ve been waiting for,
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| You’ve been heading for,
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| You’ve been waiting for,
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| This could be. |