| I’m a track star, gotta run far
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| And I’m ready to go
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| It’s a long, long road
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| And I gotta make it on my own
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| Everybody’s gainin' on me
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| Tryin' to slow me down
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| But if I’m gonna make it
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| Gotta fight, fight, fight all day
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| And night and day all right
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| Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
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| I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
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| Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
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| If it takes me the rest of my life
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| I’m a space man, from a different land
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| I gotta get back home
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| I’ve been gone so long
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| That I’m feelin' like a useless man
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| Everybody’s lookin' at me
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| Tyrin' to help me down
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| I gotta fight, fight, fight
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| Even though it takes another day
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| And night, and day, all right
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| Oh me, why, why
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| Is it either win or lose
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| Somehow, someday
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| I’ll never ever have to go away
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| Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
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| I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
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| Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
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| I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
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| Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
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| I gotta make it, gonna make it all right
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| Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home
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| It it takes the rest of my life
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| Don’t take it too easy
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| Don’t take it too easy
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| Don’t take it too easy
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| Don’t take it too easy |