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We're sitting out here on the runwayWaiting for the plane to leaveAnd the captain says, "There'll be a short delayBear with me, please"They gave us the usual hassle"You can't take those guitars on board"But the boys in the band just smiledHeard it all beforeAnd as they're starting to serve champagneTo the folks at the front of the planeI can hear the engines roaringWe're on our wayAnd we are flying homeI feel the freedom in my soulFlying home at lastFlying homeI've got the freedom in my soulAnd it's four in the morningMy world is callingSpeeding through the universe tonightThe movie reminds of my ladyLetras de cancionesAs she waits, "Where are those guys?"Yes, it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the skyAnd now the sun is beginning to riseIt's like looking down on ParadiseThere's a ball of fire that's burningGiving lifeAnd we are flying homeI feel the freedom in my soulFlying home at lastFlying homeI've got the freedom in my soulAnd it's four in the morningMy world is callingSpeeding through the universe tonight From Letras Mania