| Well, we eat raw power and we digest noise
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout the mama’s boys
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| They say «better straighten up»
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| But we lack the grace or poise
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| We got no doubt of playing loud
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| So maybe you heard what we’re all about
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| We live from day to day
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| But we blast the nights away
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| Rock, rockin' on heaven’s door
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| It’s everything I’m livin' for
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| When you’re hot, you’re playin' with fire
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| Rockin' on heaven’s door
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| We do nothin' all day, but we do it good
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| So in the nights, we get in the mood
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| To crank up the energy
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| We wouldn’t change it if we could
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| We got no doubt of playing loud
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| So maybe you need to hear us shout, hey!
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| We live from day to day
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| But we blast the nights away
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| Rock, rockin' on heaven’s door
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| It’s everything I’m livin' for
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| When you’re hot, you’re playin' with fire
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| Rockin' on heaven’s door
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| Whoo!
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| Rock, rockin' on heaven’s door
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| It’s everything I’m livin' for
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| When you’re hot, you’re playin' with fire
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| Rockin' on heaven’s door
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| Rock, rockin' on heaven’s door
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| It’s everything I’m livin' for
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| When you’re hot, you’re playin' with fire
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| Rockin' on heaven’s door |