| I have roamed so far away
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| I have found there’s no turning back
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| I have seen so many things
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| I have been to hell and back
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| Still in the land of the living
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| Rocking the home of the brave
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| Staying alive and still kicking
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| Ain’t got no need to be saved
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| Out of the fire and into the black
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| We’ve been through it all
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| We’ve been to hell and back
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| When I was young life was savage
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| The leather gets scuffed as it’s worn
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| Rolling along you get damaged
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| So you grab the bull by the horns
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| Out of the fire and into the black
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| We’ve been through it all
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| We’ve been to hell and back
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| Taking it up higher when you’re under attack
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| We’ve been through it all
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| We’ve been to hell and back
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| We have roamed so far away
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| We have found there’s no turning back
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| We have seen so many things
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| We have been to hell and back
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| Out of the fire and into the black
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| We’ve been through it all
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| We’ve been to hell and back
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| Taking it up higher when you’re under attack
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| We’ve been through it all
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| We’ve been to hell and back
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| We’ve all been under attack
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| We’ve all been to hell and back
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| We’ve all been under attack
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| We’ve all been to hell and back
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| We’ve all been under attack
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| We’ve all been to hell and back
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| We’ve all been under attack
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| We’ve all been to hell and back |