| Your sit with your eyes shut
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| On the edge of your seat
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| Nervously waiting
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| So pathetic and weak
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| Adrenaline runs through your veins
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| Fear slowly sets in
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| The bell in the black tower rings
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| The showdown’s about to begin
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| They call me the freight train
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| Cause I’m the master of pain, pain, pain
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| With a fist full of lightning
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| I’m gonna put you in your grave
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| Run a way
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| I am the path of destruction
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| And yes the master of pain… Hurricane
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| With a fist full of lightning
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| I am the hurricane… let’s dance
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| So you wanna take your chance with me
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| Skin that smoke stack
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| And let the whole world see
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| Ain’t got time for your despair
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| Cross that line
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| You’ve got guts boy I’ll give you that
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| I am the freight train
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| And I’m the master of pain, pain, pain
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| With a fist full of lightning
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| I’m gonna put you in you grave
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| Run a way
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| I am the path of destruction
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| And yes the master of pain… Hurricane
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| With a fist full of lightning
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| I am the hurricane… Hurricane
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| I am the I am the freight train
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| And I’m the master of pain
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| With a fist full of lightning
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| I am the hurricane… Hurricane
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| I am the hurricane
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| I am the hurricane |