| Take a step outside of my front door, 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, 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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| 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 streets 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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| Through out the world, a ruckus forms down to the backalley streets
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| To break the silence, sirens sound out, we stand
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| And it’s all through the night
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| Through these hot summer days
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| On and on, nothing stands in the way
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| Signing all through the night
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| Through these hot summer streets
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| And not for no good reason
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| It’s for something we must say
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| Sirens in the street under pressure. |
| (x4)
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| Sirens in the streets…
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| Sirens in the streets…
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| Sirens in the streets…
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| And they’re coming for you
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| Under pressure
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| Sirens in the street under pressure (x8)
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| Sirens! |