I see the scars of action writhing round your face
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too much inactivity and home's a lonely place
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throw away your beauty cos you know that it won't last
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throw away your present
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you've need living in the past
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so stake a trip with me
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across the bridge of lunacy
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fire up some beast and ride the skywaves
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don't wanna waste my time on you
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if you can't travel this way too
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fire up this beast we'll ride the skywave
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I've thrown away my images
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they're all so distant now
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discovery was a stranger then
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so welcome to my house
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whatever demons torture me
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I love them like a friend
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nothing lasts forever but the certainty of change
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I'd rather move around and be that figure out life
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and what it means
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fire up some beast and ride the skywaves
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and when the fireballs work is done and we are part of the nuclear one
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the whole Damn Thing begins again
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our glory days have just begun
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a fiery sideslip then we're gone
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I'll see ya Monday morning
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anyway I'm coming back
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Innerspace
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| Bruce Dickinson |
