| Come on, come on, gotta trust in something strong
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| Gotta keep them wheels on turning
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| Die with the rest and wrong
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| Hang on, hang on, gonna beat that wind for long
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| Yeah, eat that dust and savor the road less traveled on
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| Hey, ooooh …
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| But we got one shot to follow back our faith
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| By the time we’re through this machine will know our name
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| We’ll be shouting at the devil till we lay our heads
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| Leave it to the fire, the steel, the tread
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| Come on, come on. |
| Before the hour at hand is gone!
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| Gotta shake the pain and handle, the road, the faith, the law
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| Hang on, hang on, gonna beat that wind for long
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| Yeah, eat that dust and savior the road less traveled on
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| Hey, hooooo …
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| But we got one shot to follow back our faith
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| By the time we’re though this machine will know our name
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| We’ll be shouting at the devil till we lay our head
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| Leave it to the fire, the steel, the tread
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| Leave it to the fire, the steel, the tread
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| Well, there ain’t nothing wrong with chasing suns
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| Our being hanging on
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| We’ll find our way, damn it, if we go
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| Hey, hoooo
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| But we got one shot to follow back our faith
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| By the time we’re though this machine will know our name
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| We’ll be shouting at the devil till we lay our head
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| Leave it to the fire, the steel, the tread
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| Leave it to the fire, the steel, the tread |