| It is the key to all the doors
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| It is the crashing on the shores
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| It lives in your steering wheel
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| It hides in the wind and rain
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| With voices as cold as steel
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| It’s calling your name
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| It is the smile upon his face
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| It is the winning of the race
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| It lives in the red-alert
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| It lives in the power game
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| It’s easy to take to heart
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| But harder to tame
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| This is the nature of the beast
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| (this is the nature)
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| This is the nature of the beast
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| (this is the nature)
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| Without all this heat
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| They’ll be dancing west to east
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| This is the nature of the beast
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| It is the glowing in his eyes
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| It is the reason for his lies
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| How many know you’re there
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| How many play your game
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| He’s always the man to dare
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| You’re always to blame
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| It is the need to understand
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| It is the trigger in his hand
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| It lives in the uniform
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| It grows from the need to gain
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| With faces so old and torn
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| It’s calling your name
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| This is the nature of the beast
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| (this is the nature)
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| This is the nature of the beast
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| (this is the nature)
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| Without all this heat
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| They’ll be dancing west to east
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| This is the nature of the beast |