| We’re getting old, fat, sick and bald
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| But there’s no way that we’ll do what we’re told
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| Too many fights, so many lies
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| But you don’t seem to realize
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| There are so many tickets to heaven
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| But there are even more to Hell
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| A relief is to start to believe
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| We will die on stage
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| Going out in a crescendo
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| We will die on stage
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| No one of us will back down
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| To be a slave from birth, til grave
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| Is not an option there are dreams to be saved
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| So shut your mouth, you make us sick
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| Find another ass to lick
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| By the power of love to the music
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| Breaking out from the cell
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| From the darkness and into the light
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| We will die on stage
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| Going out in a crescendo
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| We will die on stage
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| So save all your empty tears
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| You trick no one
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| You fool no one
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| It’s a fight every day to make life go round
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| To step out of bed is just like suicide
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| Who’s writing the scripts, who decide what is right?
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| We do what we feel and we’re tired of your lies
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| By the power of love to the music
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| And the feeling that we’ll never die
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| As long as we’re spinning around
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| We will die on stage
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| Going out in a crescendo
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| We will die on stage
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| No one of us will back down
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| There are so many tickets to heaven
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| But there are even more to Hell
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| A relief is to start to believe
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| We will die on stage
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| That is a promise
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| No other way
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| Die, die, die
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| We’ll never say goodbye |