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Iron Maiden - Eddie’s Archive - Rainbow’s Gold
Eddie’s Archive
Disc 1
01. Iron Maiden
02. Running Free
03. Transylvania
04. Sanctuary
05. Wrathchild
06. Run to the Hills
07. Children of the Damned
08. The Number of the Beast
09. 22 Acacia Avenue
10. Transylvania
11. The Prisoner
12. Hallowed Be Thy Name
13. Phantom of the Opera
14. Iron Maiden
Disc 2
01. Prowler
02. Remember Tomorrow
03. Killers
04. Running Free
05. Transylvania
06. Iron Maiden
07. Moonchild
08. Wrathchild
09. Infinite Dreams
10. The Trooper
11. Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
12. The Number of the Beast
13. Hallowed Be Thy Name
14. Iron Maiden
Disc 3
01. Murders in the Rue Morgue
02. Wrathchild
03. Run to the Hills
04. Children of the Damned
05. The Number of the Beast
06. Another Life
07. Killers
08. 22 Acacia Avenue
09. Total Eclipse
Disc 4
01. Transylvania
02. The Prisoner
03. Hallowed Be Thy Name
04. Phantom of the Opera
05. Iron Maiden
06. Sanctuary
07. Drifter
08. Running Free
09. Prowler
Disc 5
01. Burning Ambition
02. Drifter (live)
03. Invasion
04. Remember Tomorrow (live)
05. I’ve Got the Fire
06. Cross-Eyed Mary
07. Rainbow’s Gold
08. King of Twilight
09. Reach Out
10. That Girl
11. Juanita
12. Sheriff of Huddersfield
13. Black Bart Blues
14. Prowler ’88
15. Charlotte the Harlot ’88
Disc 6
01. All in Your Mind
02. Kill Me Ce Soir
03. I’m a Mover
04. Communication Breakdown
05. Nodding Donkey Blues
06. Space Station No. 5
07. I Can’t See My Feelings
08. Roll Over Vic Vella
09. Justice of the Peace
10. Judgement Day
11. My Generation
12. Doctor, Doctor
13. Blood on the World’s Hands (live)
14. The Aftermath (live)
15. Futureal (live)
16. Wasted Years '99 (live)

In the heat of the morning
When your day is still dawning
And your bird, she's singing
Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away

Packed your bags in a hurry
Because your mind's in a worry
Mark my words
You're gonna be sorry if you ever fly away

Sweet little girl with the saint da vinci-smile
Stares at me with sadness in her eyes
I'm not sure if she's really real or make-believe
Maybe she's a vision that comes to only me
Cause I'm so tired
Yes I'm so tired
So tired
Yes I'm so tired

In the heat of the morning
When your day is still dawning
And your bird, she's singing
Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away