| Workin’in the city, it’s a hearless city
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| every day’s the same
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| and I’m on the line, from nine to five
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| playin’the game
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| and it feels like heaven Friday night
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| yeah, it feels like someone let me out
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| I’ll fly like an eagle wild
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| on wings of steel’n thunder
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| I’ll run with the wolves at night
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| I’ll go where the action is ride fast on an endless highway
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| I’ll fly like an eagle high
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| Wakin’up on Monday, it’s another five-days
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| before lettin’go
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| countin’every hour, tension’s gettin’higher
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| before that final whistle blows
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| and it feels like heaven Friday night
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| yeah, it feels like someone let me out
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| I’ll fly like an eagle wild
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| on wings of steel’n thunder
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| I’ll run with the wolves at night
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| I’ll go where the action is ride fast on an endless highway
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| I’ll fly like an eagle high
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| yeah, it feels like someone let me out
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| and it feels like heaven Friday night
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| (heaven Friday night)
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| I’ll fly like an eagle wild
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| on wings of steel’n thunder
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| I’ll run with the wolves at night
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| I’ll go where the action is ride fast on an endless highway
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| I’ll fly like an eagle high |