| He’s heard the roaring of the crowd
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| Now he lives on the edge of town
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| Once he exploded onto the scene
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| That guitar screamed out the melody
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| It seemed that somewhere
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| He lost the fight
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| That voice just faded into the night
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| Then came the hands of fate
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| Not a second too late
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| Said boy, you just gotta play
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| The lightning strikes
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| You know it’s right
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| Your guitar is calling you home
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| Into the night
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| You paid the price
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| Your gypsy heart needs to roam
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| You got to get back
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| To the Streets Of Rock & Roll
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| That’s where your six string guns are drawn
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| Yeah
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| It’s like a fever, you got to sweat
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| If you’re so tough you could lick 'em yet
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| Just take it from the top
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| This time you’ll never stop
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| You know that’s where you belong
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| The lightning strikes
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| You know it’s right
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| Your guitar is calling you home
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| Into the night
|
| You paid the price
|
| Your gypsy heart needs to roam
|
| You got to get back
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| To the Streets Of Rock & Roll
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| That’s where your six string guns are drawn
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| You got to get back
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| To the Streets Of Rock & Roll
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| That’s where your six string guns are drawn |