| Hard wind blowing across my back
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| Wolves keep coming, they’re on my track, oh, yeah
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| You go your way, I go mine
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| But you keep stepping across that line, oh, yeah
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| You won’t shake me, make or break me
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| I’m a wounded rattlesnake ready to strike
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| I’m under fire
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| Give it all to the power of rock 'n' roll
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| Freight train coming dressed in black
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| Walk these heels across your back, oh, yeah
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| I tried leaving the past behind
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| But you keep stepping across that line, oh, yeah
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| You won’t shake me, make or break me
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| I’m a wounded rattlesnake ready to strike
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| I’m under fire
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| Give it all to the power of rock 'n' roll
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| Always ready and on attack
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| To twist the knife that’s in my back, oh, yeah
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| You can’t do me, black and blue me
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| I’m a wounded rattlesnake ready to strike
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| I’m under fire
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| Give it all to the power of rock 'n' roll
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| I’m under fire
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| Give it all to the power of rock 'n' roll
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| I’m under fire |