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It is the key to all the doors, |
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It is the crashing on the shores. |
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It lives in your steering wheel. |
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It hides in the wind and rain, |
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With voices as cold as steel |
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It's calling your name |
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It is the smile upon his face |
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It is the winning of the race. |
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It lives in the red-alert. |
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It lives in the power game |
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It's easy to take to heart |
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But harder to tame |
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This is the nature of the beast |
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(this is the nature) |
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This is the nature of the beast |
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(this is the nature) |
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Without all this heat |
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They'll be dancing west to east |
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This is the nature of the beast |
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It is the glowing in his eyes |
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It is the reason for his lies |
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How many know you're there |
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How many play your game |
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He's always the man to dare |
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You're always to blame |
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It is the need to understand |
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It is the trigger in his hand |
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It lives in the uniform |
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It grows from the need to gain |
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With faces so old and torn |
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It's calling your name |
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This is the nature of the beast |
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(this is the nature) |
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This is the nature of the beast |
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(this is the nature) |
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Without all this heat |
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They'll be dancing west to east |
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This is the nature of the beast. |
