| The ghosts of Woodstock still haunt the next of kin
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| But the screams and shouts have turned to whispers on the wind
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| The time has come to face the music again
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| Back 'em up against the wall and bring the hammer down
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| Tell 'em that was then, my friend, but this is here and now
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| Rock Out, Roll On
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| Rock out we’ve waited so long
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| Rock Out, Roll On we keep holding on
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| We’ve waited so long we’ve got to be strong
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| We’ll just keep holdin' on…
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| Can’t you hear the future knockin' down the door
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| Can’t you hear the footsteps on the killing floor
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| Comes a time when you can’t take anymore
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| When you’ve made up your mind, you step over the line
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| Then it’s all just a question of time
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| A chance will surely come your way
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| To say the things you need to say
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| To play like no one else has played
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| And blow them away
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| Is it any wonder we somehow survive
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| The strength and the power comes from somewhere inside
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| You learn to turn your cheek and swallow your pride
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| Coming to the wire, fighting fire with fire
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| Driven on by this burnin' desire |