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We must stand up and be counted |
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Backs against the wall |
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Now my finger is pointed |
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At you all |
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Rock'n rollin'! |
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Like never before |
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It's you that I'm calling |
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More and more |
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We have the weapons, to make the music |
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We are controllers of the atmosphere |
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Don't need no star wars, just metal guitars |
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To blast our way in here |
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Chorus: |
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Rock 'till you're crazy |
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You scream and shout for more |
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Rock 'till you're crazy |
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It's what we're looking for |
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When I make my connection |
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And the power it flows from one |
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To the other, how it grows |
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We have the weapons, to make the music |
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We are controllers of the atmosphere |
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Don't need no star wars, just metal guitars |
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To blast our way in here |
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Say she's some kinda lunatic |
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She's destroying my brain |
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But I'd never change her |
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For another name |
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Over and over, relentlessly hard |
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Oh! stronger and stronger |
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It must be heard |
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He have the weapons, to make the music |
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We are controllers of the atmosphere |
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Don't need no star wars, no cruise, no Polaris |
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To blast our way in here |
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Chorus |
