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By Rush, I've got a livin' that's rough, a future that's toughYou
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By Rush, If we burn our wingsFlying too close to the sunIf
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By Rush, Tobes of Hades, lit by flickering torchlightThe netherworld is gathered
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By Rush, It's not the heatIt's the inhumanityPlugged into the sweat of
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By Rush, Signal transmittedMessage receivedReaction making impactInvisiblyElemental telepathyExchange of energyReaction making contactMysteriouslyEye
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By Rush, A boy alone, so far from homeEndless rooftops from my
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By Rush, Songwriters: Lee, Geddy; Lifeson, Alex; Peart, Neil;Cold fire, it's a
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By Rush, [Originally by Robert Johnson]I went to the crossroads, fell down
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By Rush, It is the fire that lights itselfBut it burns with
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By Rush, [I. Prelude]When our weary world was youngThe struggle of the
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By Rush, [Prologue:]In the constellation of Cygnus, there lurks a mysterious, invisible
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By Rush, Who's come to slay the dragon?Come to watch him fall?Making
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By Rush, An ill wind comes arisingAcross the cities of the plainThere's
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By Rush, Where would you rather be?Anywhere but hereWhen will the time
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By Rush, Driven up and down in circlesSkidding down a road of
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By Rush, When we lift the covers from our feelingsWe expose our
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By Rush, In the house where nobody laughsAnd nobody sleepsIn the house
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By Rush, I've got my own moral compass to steer byA guiding
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By Rush, Yeah, oh yeah!Ooh, said I, I'm comin' out to get
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By Rush, [Originally by Buffalo Springfield]There's something happening hereWhat it is ain't
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By Rush, Tough times demand tough talkDemand tough hearts demand tough songsDemand...We
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By Rush, The city crouches, steamingIn the early morning half lightThe sun
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By Rush, Pack up all those phantomsShoulder that invisible loadKeep on riding
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By Rush, A to BDifferent degrees...So much style without substanceSo much stuff
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By Rush, Hand over fistPaper around the stoneScissors cut the paperCut the
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By Rush, [Originally by The Yardbirds] Sick at
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By Rush, All around that dull grey worldFrom Moscow to BerlinPeople storm
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By Rush, I looked in the mirror todayMy eyes just didn't seem
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By Rush, Hey, now, babyWell, I like your smileWon't you come and
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By Rush, The clouds prepare for battleIn the dark and brooding silenceBruised