| Our time has come, we must take justice in our hands
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| I feel heavy and hard, but that’s just the way it is
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| There out to steal our dreams I’ll cry out dignity
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| Will we find in the art we play, will we roll the dice?
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| And some of us will die
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| For freedom to survive
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| Standing here ready for action
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| Come on dream it on
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| Streets of fire
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| Light up the night
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| Fading desire
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| I fall and rise
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| Streets of fire
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| Arise in the fog
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| In the streets of fire
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| War raging on
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| Surrounded and unnumbered
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| No fear of destiny
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| We won’t run, we won’t hide
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| This town will be painted red
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| There will be no begging for mercy
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| See they’re closing in
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| We’re all men, not mice
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| The faith will stay alive
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| (?) just the swing of the knife in the hand
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| Lies nothing but a game to play and the rules are prepared for your death
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| Time to live and time to die, but we keep our hand |