| I’m back in the air, but I’ve nowhere to go
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| I nervously glance at the mountains below
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| Two hours of sleep, seven more 'til the show
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| I pray to the goddess of coffee to keep me alive
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| The crew’s getting wasted, we’re back in the sky
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| I join in the fray, 'coz the rules don’t apply
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| «Who cares anyway — when we’re all gonna fry!»
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| But somehow we manage to land and we all have survived…
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| And the curtains are falling and the legions are calling tonight
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| And the curtains are falling and the legions are calling tonight
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| Have to fly away, though I’d rather stay
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| That’s the price you pay, that’s the game we play
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| When roaring to life the engines are loud
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| The mem’ries of you and the sound of the crowd
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| They’re fading away as we break through the clouds
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| But I don’t complain when we’re back on the ground and alive…
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| And the curtains are falling and the legions are calling tonight
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| And the curtains are falling and the legions are calling tonight
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| Have to fly away, that’s the price you pay
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| That’s the price you pay
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| And the curtains are falling and the legions are calling tonight
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| And the curtains are falling and the legions are calling tonight
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| And the curtains are falling and the legions are calling tonight
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| And the curtains are falling and the legions are calling tonight
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| Have to fly away, though I’d rather stay
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| That’s the price you pay, that’s the game we play
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| Have to fly away, though I’d rather stay
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| Have to fly away, that’s the price you pay
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| Have to fly away |