| On a flight through the night
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| There’s no sleep at midnight hour
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| But I’m eased — heading east
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| And I can not wait to hit the stage
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| That’s what I’m born for
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| And that’s where I live
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| It’s where I belong
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| The favored few are marching again
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| Destined for spreading the word
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| Time’s on our side and the worlds' greatest fans
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| Are feeding the flame of our hearts
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| Another flight through the night
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| And no sleep at midnight hour
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| Had a blast in the west
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| But the time has come to fly back home
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| That’s what I’m born for
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| And that’s where I live
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| It’s where I belong
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| The favored few are marching again
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| Destined for spreading the word
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| Time’s on our side and the worlds' greatest fans
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| Are feeding the flame of our hearts
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| There’s always someone who is bitching and shouting
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| Rambling and tramping — intruding and crawling
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| We came to spread the word no matter what they’re saying
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| Over and over — always, forever!
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| The favored few are marching again
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| Destined for spreading the word
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| Time’s on our side and the worlds' greatest fans
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| Are feeding the flame of our hearts |