| It is the fire that lights itself
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| But it burns with a restless flame
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| The arrow on a moving target
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| The archer must be sure of his aim
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| It is the engine that drives itself
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| But it chooses the uphill climb
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| A bearing on magnetic north
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| Growing farther away all the time
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| Can’t stop moving
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| Can’t stop moving
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| Can’t stop
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| You may be right
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| It’s all a waste of time
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| I guess that’s just a chance I’m prepared to take
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| A danger I’m prepared to face
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| Cut to the chase
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| It is the rocket that ignites itself
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| And launches its way to the stars
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| A driver on a busy freeway
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| Racing the oblivious cars
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| It’s the motor of the western world
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| Spinning off to every extreme
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| Pure as a lover’s desire
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| Evil as a murderer’s dream
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| Young enough not to care too much
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| About the way things used to be
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| I’m young enough to remember the future
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| The past has no claim on me
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| I’m old enough not to care too much
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| About what you think of me
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| But I’m young enough to remember the future
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| And the way things ought to be
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| Cut
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| Cut
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| Cut to the chase
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| You may be right
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| It’s all a waste of time
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| I guess that’s just a chance I’m prepared to take
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| A danger I’m prepared to face
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| Cut to the chase
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| What kind of difference can one person make?
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| Cut to the chase |