| Early in the morning; |
| it’s time for you to go
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| I guess you’re a disciple of the clock
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| You’re dreaming away, I hear what you say
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| To live a life so boring is nothing we can do
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| We’re writing down the testament; |
| the testament of rock
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| We came into the light; |
| with rock we conquered the fear
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| Hard times, life was a fight; |
| in denim and leather with hearts made of steel
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| Banged our heads against the wall
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| Raised our fists and yelled
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| Knock, knock open up the door;
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| It’s alive
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| So sing with me
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| We’ll always sing our fighting song
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| We’ll never stop; |
| forever strong, it goes on and on and on
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| We’re here to write the will; |
| the testament of rock
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| Get lost you posers of fraud; |
| low life you run with the pack
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| Stay true, no mainstream betray;
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| We live as we learn
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| Let us take you to burn
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| Sold ours souls to rock’n’roll to live forevermore
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| If it’s too loud than you’re too old;
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| Scream it out and let it bleed
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| Another day another song
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| We’re writing down the testament, it’s our last will and our last call
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| Writing down the testament; |
| we’re bound to rise and you shall fall
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| Banged our heads against the wall;
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| Raised our fists and yelled
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| Knock, knock open up the door;
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| It’s alive, so sing with me
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| I’ll always sing my fighting song |