| Been under fire sixteen years, just waitin’for his time to come
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| He fought the lies, fought back the tears, can’t wait to hear that starting gun
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| There ain’t nobody gonna step on his dreams
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| So he held his hands high and screamed
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| Get me out of this rock and roll hell, take me far away
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| Get me out of this rock and roll hell
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| Get me out of this rock and roll hell, I need to get away
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| Get me out of this rock and roll hell
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| He’s on the edge, he can feel it in his heart
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| This time the pressure’s really on He’s gonna fight it, might even steal a guitar
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| This time tomorrow he’ll be gone
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| There ain’t nobody gonna tell him what to do Think he’s a little like me and you
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| He’s on the run, won’t stand for second place, but his turn may never come
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| He’s not a victim, you can see it in his face
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| But he can’t see what he’s become
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| Well, he wants it bad, but he wants no charity
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| He seems to think it’s his destiny
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| Get me out of this rock and roll hell, I need to get away
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| Get me out of this rock and roll hell
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| chorus repeats out |