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Train-train burning like a absolute, |
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Drunk with the love of the fire |
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Brain-brain burning and the leather boot. |
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Kicking like he never gets tired... |
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I saw the coming of the faster than light speed, |
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Burning track, conventional fool |
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Wham-crack-bam-slap |
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Far out of sight speed, |
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Hammered like a kicking mule |
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Here we come now, here we go |
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Need you now, no mistakes |
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Stand up tall and give me, |
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What it takes |
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Hit the ground running, |
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I was faster than the light speed |
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Burning before my feet hit the floor |
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Damn machine gunning |
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Kept me far out of sight feed, |
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Pull the shades and lock all the 1-2-3- |
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Door I saw the coming-coming, into the void |
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And I was drunk with the love of the fire |
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Was a knock-down, drag-out |
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Never fail me boots |
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I was kicking like |
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I never get 1-2-3- |
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More Need you now, no mistakes |
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Stand up tall and give me, |
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What it takes |
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Need you now, |
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I'm not afraid |
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Stand up straight and kick me |
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If that's what it takes |
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Little hot, a little cold |
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A little young is growing old |
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A little prick, a little bold, |
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Never did what he was told |
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I'll tell ya why you're feeling bad, |
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A little played, a little sad |
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A little more you never had, |
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A little sane is going mad |
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Seems you had enough of me, |
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Enough or more eternity |
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I'll tell you what |
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I'm going to be, |
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I'm going to be your misery |
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And when you feel you're going to break, |
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Say your prayers for goodness sake |
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We're going to see what you can take, |
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We're going to see now what it takes |
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Count it as you did before, count it out 2-2-3-4 |
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Count it when you're going to break |
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Count it out it's what it takes |
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Count it when you're feeling bad, |
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Count it when you're going mad |
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Count on me for goodness sake, |
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Count on it and what it takes |
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What it takes |
