| Along the wing you see the search-light beam
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| Down below a trace of free-way stream
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| A field of precious stones
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| And you’ll be next tonight
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| Heading for touch-down
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| Looking for a runway light
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| From in the sky
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| The citys at its best
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| Down the hills to reach ocean’s rest
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| And as you watch the lights capes
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| Relax and dream
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| This is the future
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| This is tomorrow’s scheme
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| We’re coming in
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| The runway flashes past
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| This is it
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| Now we’re here at last
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| We’ve tried to make this crossing
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| So many times before
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| See the people walking through heaven’s door
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| We’re finally here
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| It looks just fine
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| Let’s stroll the streets
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| Side-walk sign
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| Stand and wait
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| And watch the cars
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| As they smoke on
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| Go by so fast
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| They look just fine
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| We’ll cross at last
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| The head lights flicker in our faces
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| Try to eat synthetic meat
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| Yours tastes just fine
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| Same as mine
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| If you complain
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| It happens here
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| Do what you say
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| You’ll be tonight’s career
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| I’ll guarantee
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| Hot compeny
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| The red light flickers in their faces
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| Roll up your sleeve
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| Pass it round
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| It’s what you seek
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| Don’t feel down
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| It’s just fine
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| To be with you
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| Your place or mine
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| I’ll show you what to do
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| And in the night
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| You’ll come on through
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| Walking through heaven’s door
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| This is our dream
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| Fulfilled at iast
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| Now is the theme
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| Forget the past
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| Walking through heaven’s door |