| Oh freedom fighters, out there on the streets
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| Searching like vampires for the blood of their feast
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| All the super coll boys their bodies have no soul
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| They say they have a heart but you know it’s made of stone
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| Fighting for a reason
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| It’s something they call freedom
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| They stalk the streets like hungry wolves
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| In the midnight heat
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| Fighting for a reason
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| It’s something they call freedom
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| But you know the reason
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| Is panic in the streets
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| And you’ll always see the heroes retreat before defeat
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| In talk they breath fire out in action they are cheap
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| Oh freedom fighter sail on through the night
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| Ya say you’re tough but that ain’t enough
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| Ya gotta try to put it right |