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Living in frustration, on every occasion |
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You are treated like a fool |
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They make you look silly... day by day |
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Try to make them see who you want to be |
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But they can't just understand |
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And you realize... that there's no way, no way |
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[Chorus 1:] |
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But on the Saturday night the chains of oppression fall down |
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Riding the highway, know it is your way |
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Rock them all to the ground |
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Coming alive... when the nighttime is calling |
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Hit the streets, thunder rolling |
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[Chorus 2:] |
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Strike back |
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Then you strike back, breaking the spell |
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Strike back |
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Uuh, you strike back, blasting the cell |
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Back against the wall, you know you won't fall |
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On your knees, no, not at all |
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When you're in the pack you're... not to tame |
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You shall be a tool... of the ones that rule |
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An easy guided, aimless guy |
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They all try to bent you... but in vain, yeah |
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[Chorus 1 and 2] |
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[Chorus 1 and 2] |
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Strike back |
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Then you strike back |
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Strike back |
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Then you strike back, breaking the spell |