| Feel the sweat in the hand
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| See the back of a man
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| Go ahead to the front, to the bowl of blood
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| And then the lights are going down
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| And they’re starting the sound
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| Come on we’ll fire it up to the ecstasy
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| About 40 degrees, stifled, cough and breathe
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| Getting kicked to the front, to the left and back
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| And when you’re hitting the ground
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| You’ve got no second to count
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| Until they’re pulling you up to go on and on
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| I have not forgotten
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| That to self-destruct is the power that gives me this type of strength
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| On the ground of the pain
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| We’ve got no damned and no saint
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| We’re all just the same dark silhouettes
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| Who’re all singing the verse instead of call out a curse
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| And we’re coupling high to our maximum
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| 55 degrees, stifled, cough and breathe
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| Getting kicked to the front, to the left and back
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| And when you’re hitting the ground
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| You’ve got no second to count
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| Until they’re pulling you up to go on and on
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| Bell rings in my head — welcome to the pit
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| I have not forgotten
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| How to self-destruct for rockin'
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| I have not forgotten
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| That to self-destruct is the power that gives me this type of strength
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| Aiming not to collapse
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| Blocking up all the checks
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| Celebrate in the wave that we build at once
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| It is a thing to believe in: voluntary receiving
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| Come on we’re rolling it on, watch the circle go
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| 66 degrees, stifled, cough and breathe
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| Getting kicked to the front, to the left and back
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| And when you’re hitting the ground
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| You’ve got no second to count
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| Until they’re pulling you up to go on and on
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| Bell rings in my head — welcome to the pit
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| Sweat is running down my face
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| It burns in my eyes again
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| Because
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| I have not forgotten how to self-destruct for rockin'
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| I have not forgotten
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| That to self-destruct is the power that gives me this type of strength
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| Blast it up!!! |