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Well, it happened up in |
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Detroit It was my kind of town |
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We heard the audience screaming |
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When they brought the houselights down |
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Blind anticipation was felt from afar |
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The kids were going crazy |
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When we cranked up our guitars. |
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Chorus: It was a loss of control |
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Fire in your soul |
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Loss of control |
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And the only thing |
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To blame it on is |
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Filthy rock and roll. |
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Well, everywhere we go now |
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It happens night and day |
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All hell seems to break loose |
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When the boys stay to play |
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If you lack the courage |
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There's no room for you here |
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The boys have called it open season |
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On your eyes and ears. |
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Chorus: Loss of control |
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Fire in your soul |
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Loss of control |
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And the only thing |
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To blame it on is |
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Sleazy rock and roll. |
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We're right here in your city>br> |
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We know it's our kind of town |
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We hear the audience screaming |
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So turn those houselights down |
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Blind anticipation we fel it from afar |
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There all going crazy |
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When we pick up our guitars |
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And we are. |
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Chorus: Loss of control |
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Fire in your soul |
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Loss of control |
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And the only thing |
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To blame it on is |
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Filty rock and roll. |
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Chorus: Loss of control |
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Fire in your soul |
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Loss of control |
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And the only thing |
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To blame it on is |
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Sleazy rock and roll. |
