| The blood, the dust
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| Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd
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| The boom, the bap
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| And we come out when the sun goes down
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| We own the night
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| Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight
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| We own the night
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| And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home
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| We own the night
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| When the sunsets ride in
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| And there’s a damsel tied to my track cryin'
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| Fire in the hole riding up
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| Cause pale rider is dynamite when he fire up
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| Never biting my tongue, biting a bullet
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| A young gun pull a crowd, Kalgoorlie to Coolum
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| With my good, my bad
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| No Jessica Mauboy, no Tomahawk, no drug store cowboy
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| Urthboy he’s got 'em sticking their hands up
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| Don’t need to rob, got one better a Mantra
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| Through the dust redder than Santa’s suit
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| Red as rust, red as the blood that the vampires chew, and yup
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| «The owners of the night shall now be revealed»
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| Feel the skies open to tell you
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| In a world that’s built around taking what you will
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| And we will, cause well we want
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| The blood, the dust
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| Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd
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| The boom, the bap
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| And we come out when the sun goes down
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| We own the night
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| Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight
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| We own the night
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| And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home
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| We own the night
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| Uh, yeah
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| Tilt My head to the heavens above, for in sunset we trust
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| When all else fades, all that remain is us
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| Silhouetted by the embers of a red dusk
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| Yesterday’s memories embedded in the red dust
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| Roam a path unknown and uncharted
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| Past the last post and back to where it started
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| So far from home, I feel half alone
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| But never part of a show that’s half hearted
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| This is where my heart is, blazing a trail
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| Across the night sky with my partners
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| Mantra, Drapht and Urthboy disperse through
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| Your city of residence and kick down curfews
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| «The owners of the night shall now be revealed»
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| With each new town a new battlefield
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| So now you know how my troops feel
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| Eyes of the nation glued to our boot heels
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| The blood, the dust
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| Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd
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| The boom, the bap
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| And we come out when the sun goes down
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| We own the night
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| Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight
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| We own the night
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| And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home
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| We own the night
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| You do not need proof with a noose prepared
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| Can’t threaten my family and I refuse to beg
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| And though the road may have developed a ruthless air
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| I am not what the accuser said
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| Wanted dead or alive the sign posted
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| Pioneer justice, Authority’s boasted
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| But inside the saloon bar
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| Urthboy, Mantra and Drapht were the names they toasted
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| Didn’t matter bout the tag latter day bandit
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| Whatever the date Saturday standard
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| Border to border the night time landed
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| We put out the call you answered, chanted
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| «The owners of the night shall now be revealed»
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| We ain’t relying on no steel, but the wheels in motion
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| And the hours open, give or take the trimmings
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| And we’ll see you again God willing (God willing)
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| They call us renegades, rebels and rogues
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| And no good for you so it goes
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| Little did they know that we live by the code
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| That ode, that oath to the wild eye
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| If I live to tell the tale
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| Through the bitter cold morning dew
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| We’ll start another fire
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| From the shadow of an ember and walk as new
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| The blood, the dust
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| Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd
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| The boom, the bap
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| And we come out when the sun goes down
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| We own the night
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| Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight
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| We own the night
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| And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home
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| We own the night |