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Baby, I can't wait to go.
Out, out, brief candle's glow.
Candle made a light in Shakespeare's time
But it doesn't make much in mine.

Let me go out through the door of dreams,
I'd rather go on my own way
Than gasping for a breath on the jam packed streets
Or in a mess on the highway.

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Let me go out while the grass still grows
And the birds still pass on the fly-way,
It's burning my air with fly to the moon
And packing the cars on the highway.

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I've had the best and the worst,
I've met the enemy standing,
Now I'm tired, so tired and it's time to go
And make my own moon landing.

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