| The last of the new wave riders
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| Will be the first of the new age masters
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| Pick up your arms was the call
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| So I packed up my Fender and ran down the hall
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| Back to the fields and forests
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| Now I am one of them
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| «Turn on the power» cried the army of sound
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| And the hum of the amps shook the trees and the ground
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| And like a single man we cranked up the knobs
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| And a thousand guitars sang our national anthem
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| The last of the new wave riders
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| Will be the first of the new age masters
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| The last of the new wave riders
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| Will be the first of the new age masters
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| We captured the whole human race
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| There was nowhere to hide, playing filled every space
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| Jamming the world back into place
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| Everyone a star
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| We hit the supreme overload
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| And the great amplifier began to explode
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| The smoke is slowly clearing away
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| And the whole universe is a giant guitar
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| And the whole universe is a giant guitar
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| And the whole universe is a giant guitar
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| The last of the new wave riders
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| Will be the first of the new age masters
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| The last of the new wave riders
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| Will be the first of the new age masters |