| For the crazy flying tigers
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| Just a semi-normal person
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| Thought he had the future planned
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| Then he won some silly sweepstakes
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| Now he had a hundred grand
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| Never stopped to think of taxes
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| He was gone before they knew
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| With a flair for ol romantics
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| To the orient he flew
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| When they fueled in papeete
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| Placed a call to big mamou
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| With an honest explanation
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| Just to tell the whole damn truth
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| Its his one chance in a million
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| Whod deny the simple fact
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| twas no use to talk it over
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| Hed be home when he got back
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| Now hes somewhere over china
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| Lookin down on all the trails
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| On the mountains lookin back at him
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| Its a real live fairy tale
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| Put a little distance
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| Between causes and effects
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| Like a day old fortune cookie
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| Askin who or what comes next
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| What the hell did marco polo think
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| When he ran into the wall
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| Or the crazy flying tigers
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| Doin spins and loops and stalls
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| Just a taste for somethin different
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| Perking up a borin day
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| Now our man from louisiana
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| Feels exactly the same way
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| Theyre all somewhere over china
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| Shanghai or old peking
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| On a plane or a boat in an envelope
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| Real adventure has its ring
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| Just to put a little distance
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| Between fact and fantasy
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| Still six thousand miles away from
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| Where Id really rather be How I would love to drive the shuttle
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| Just to feel the engines roar
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| And to operate the levers
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| That control the payload doors
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| I could buzz the himalayas
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| Barrel roll above hong kong
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| Set her down in san francisco
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| To the clangin of a gong
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| Were all somewhere over china
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| Headin east or headin west
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| Takin time to live a little
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| Flyin so far from the nest
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| Just to put a little distance
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| Between causes and effects
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| Like an ancient fortune teller
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| Knowin who and what comes next |