| Glaring lights are hot burning out the day
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| First riff to crack your bones, a treatment all the way
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| Bass is roaring low, pounding on your chest
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| Drums are hammering the band is hitting gas
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| Roaring sounds are high shaking all the ground
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| Tubes are running hot all systems getting loud
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| Firing, loudness, blasting through my bones
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| Spiritual, healing ceremony on its own
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| Gonna riding high I’m alive not dead
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| Powerride
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| Flames and flashes burst pyrotechnics high
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| Smoke and heat is on, sorrows gonna die
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| The crowd is «Running Wild"screaming to the top
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| Masses moving fast, bounding wild and hop
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| Glaring lights are hot burning out the day
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| First riff to crack your bones, a treatment all the way
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| Bass is roaring low, pounding on your chest
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| Drums are hammering the band is hitting gas |