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Sirens in the street under pressure. [x8] |
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Take a step outside of my front door, |
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It's about 110, |
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And once again my shoes become concrete. |
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Everybody said it's ok, |
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It's just a headtrip, |
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Everything is alright. |
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But don't you know, |
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That I know something must end? |
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And it's all through the night, |
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And I know deep inside, |
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That something evil stands in the way. |
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Singing all through the night, |
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Through these hot summer streets. |
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And take no more, |
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And answer: "No I'll never walk away." |
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Sirens in the street under pressure. [x4] |
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Over the airwaves, |
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Through the static from the top of the tower. |
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Sirens echo out across the land, |
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Throughout the world, a ruckus forms down through the backalley streets, |
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Which break the silence, sirens sound out, we stand. |
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And it's on through the night, |
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Through these hot summer streets. |
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On and on, nothing stands in the way. |
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Singing all through the night, |
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Through these hot summer streets. |
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And for not good reason, |
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It's worth something we must say. |
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Sirens in the street under pressure. [x4] |
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Sirens in the street... |
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Sirens in the street... |
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Sirens in the street... |
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And they're calling for you...under pressure |
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Sirens in the street under pressure [x8] |
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Sirens! |
