| Sixteen hours from London, flying on a DC-10
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| You know, I wonder if when that plane sets down
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| I’ll ever be able to walk again
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| I spent thirty-five days in Europe
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| Singing 'til my voice is gone
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| You know, there’s never enough time to get a good night’s sleep
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| What is this road that I’ve been running on?
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| I’ve got to stop this flight
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| I’ve got to get back to earth
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| Hey, I’m a human being
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| God knows what that’s worth
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| I’m not meant to be stranded on some empty stage
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| And end up lonely in my old age
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| I’ve got to stop, stop this flight
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| People try to twist your message
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| Reporters try to twist your mind
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| You know I just can’t wait 'til I can get back home
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| I really miss that girl of mine
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| She’s the only one I really talk to
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| She’s where my heart begins and ends
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| It ain’t no love-for-money relationship
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| We were teenage buddies, and childhood friends
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| I’ve got to stop this flight
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| I’ve got to get back to earth
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| Hey, I’m a human being
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| God knows what that’s worth
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| And now I’m moving like a dancer on an empty stage
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| But I’ll be risen from this prison at the end of the age
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| I’m always locked up in the studio
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| Hey, this ain’t no way to live
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| You know, they never like my albums 'til the records sell
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| And they always want more than I can possibly give
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| I’ve been struggling for inspiration
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| Hoping that the songs don’t flop
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| And I’ll be waiting like a beggar for the item to drop
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| You got to live up to the contract 'til they tell you to stop
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| You’ve got to stop this flight
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| You’ve got to get back to earth
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| Hey, we are human beings
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| God knows what that’s worth
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| We’re not meant to be trapped in this fleshly cage
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| And end up screamin' like a demon at the end of the age
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| Stop this flight… |