| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Whoa
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| Bright lights are shining
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| Moves in the dark
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| The city streets are empty now
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| Except for dogs that bark
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| Footsteps like thunder
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| Underneath the stars
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| Alley ways come alive at night, yeah
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| Trouble isn’t far
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| Born to run, born to fight
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| We shoot for thrills, yeah, into the night
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| We shoot for thrills into the night
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| Into the night, into the night
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| We shoot for thrills into the night
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| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Sleeping in the gutters
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| I’m dirty as a rat
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| Hiding out in doorways
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| For the next attack
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| Cop chase in the moonlight
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| Church bells, they chime
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| Cold blood is running
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| It happens all the time
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| Born to run, born to fight
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| We shoot for thrills, yeah, into the night
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| We shoot for thrills into the night
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| Into the night, into the night
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| We shoot for thrills into the night
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| Born to run, born to fight
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| We shoot for thrills, yean, into the night
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| We shoot for thrills into the night
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| Into the night, into the night
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| We shoot for thrills into the night
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| Baby, is there anyone?
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| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Oh!
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| Fight! |
| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Fight! |