Yes, yes I'd launch into the rising sun
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my living breath is measured
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every step is done
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fare you well my friends
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see you down the line
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yeah, yeah...
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I don't belong to nation state or dying race
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I leave my prejudice
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with you my religion's in space
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so have a little respect
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why are we running in this space race
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why are we acting like we own the place
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just want to feel the starlight on my face
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reach out my hand and touch beyound...
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yes, yes I'd float around till gravity's end
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unity is coming, singular again
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see you then my friends at the end of the line, yeah, yeah
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secret knowledge science logic all are done
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nothing left but burning up into the sun
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on a cosmic beach I'll see ya there
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Space Race
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| Bruce Dickinson |
