| Sometimes a hard blow makes you think
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| Sometimes your body wounds take longer to heal
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| Tired of leaving friends along the road
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| Tired of following the lines of the penal code
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| All the streets where you once ran
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| Left a mark in your heart
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| But this ain’t the time to surrender
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| But to stand up and fight
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| Remember the old days with your crew
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| A bunch of streetkids who were just like you
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| So much rage and almost nothing to loose
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| Hate, concrete and violence were the only truth
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| Years have gone by, you’ve grown up
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| But the flame still shines bright
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| You still know you’ll never surrender
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| You will stand up and fight
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| Lace your boots once again
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| Crop your hair once again
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| Stomp the streets every night Till I die
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| Lace your boots once again
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| Crop your hair once again
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| Skinhead till I die
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| Sometimes you behaved so wrong
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| So many people marked you with a cross
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| You can’t tell if some are right and some are wrong
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| But you can tell they will never make you stop
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| Fight the world with all your might
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| Fight the devil inside
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| You still know you’ll never surrender
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| You will stand up and fight
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| Lace your boots once again… |