What is it that calls you again and we have to go,
What is it that tempts you and just waits for us?
In our bag are all our things, everything we need,
There may be a tangle or two, who are you interested?
You can live for a hundred and ten years, but what is the point?
We only live as long as rock music lives.
This is our life, or could it be more,
If we miss you, wait, and we will come again.
This camp and this heart are one,
One feeling and one that calls,
There are some songs that only we know,
While they they say, we are happy.
The same house and the same girl in it,
Still it's good to know that someone is waiting at home.
This is our life, or could it be more.

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