| Anybody searching for action
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| Anything to fill the emptiness inside
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| Any place that the streets are empty
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| Any takers wanna pour out their lives
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| With fire and lighting shooting from my hand
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| And desolation written across my eyes
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| My itchy finger on hairpin trigger
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| My tempers hot and my patience’s taken flight
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| Inside the abattoir
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| The cover charge is somebody’s gotta die
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| Now, I hear you screaming out for mercy
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| Last man that’s standing wins the fight
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| Too late, I see your end zero in on you
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| Even mortal enemies they can’t deny
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| Let me help you up again
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| The wings of God surround me
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| I live to play because i know I’ll never die
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| If I win again, I’m still the champion
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| And if you win, that’s just impossible
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| I don’t play for keeps; |
| i don’t play for your soul
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| I don’t play to win; |
| I don’t play for it all
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| I play for blood
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| I don’t play for keeps, I play for blood
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| I don’t play for your soul, I play for blood
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| I don’t play to win, I play for blood
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| I don’t play for it all, I play for blood |