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The crowd without a face |
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Begins to fill the space |
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In the arena |
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Flashlights at his feet |
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The lion from the street |
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Awaits the |
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Christians |
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A blinding flash of light |
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A single strobe ignites the night |
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The smoke begins to rise |
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A sea of staring eyes |
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Gaze on the sunburst |
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His weapon at his side |
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He flashes it with pride |
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Before his legions |
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Fires begin to rage |
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And they engulf the stage |
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All rightBring on the night |
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He's in complete control |
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He's stepping proud and bold |
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And everything he touches |
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Turns to gold |
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He's got girls by the score |
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He's got 'em screaming for more |
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But when they get too close |
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He bars the door |
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He bars the door |
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He makes his great escape |
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Leaves them in his wake |
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Without a warning |
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The ritual is done |
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A night no longer young |
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Fades into morning |
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The sun begins to rise |
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As he begins to close his eyes |