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We're BsittingD out here on the runway,
BWaitingD for the plane to leave,
AndB the caFptaiDn says, "There'll be a short delay,
BeaFr with me please,"
They gave us the usual hassle,
"You can't take those guitars on board,"
But the boys in the band just smiled,
Heard it all before,
GmAnd as they'rDe starting to serve champagne,
To tBhe folks Dat the front of the plane,
I Bcan hearF tDhe enFgines roaring, we're on our way,
AnGmd wFe are Dflying home,
I GmfeeFl the frDeedom in my soul,
GmFlyFing hoDme at lBasFt;
Flying home,
I've got the freedom in my soul,
And it's four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...
The movie reminds of my lady,
As she waits, "where are those guys?"
Yes it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky,
And now the sun is beginning to rise,
It's like looking down on Paradise,
There's a ball of fire that's burning, giving life,
And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
I've got the freedom in my soul,
And it's four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...
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