| Walking the streets staring around
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| Searching for souls who share your thoughts
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| A heart of steel on the beat of the sound
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| That’s in your mind
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| A doorway to unleash your energy
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| Loathed by incomprehension makes you sad
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| The songs of the radio makes you mad
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| Spitted out, pulverised by stupidity but not by you
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| Cause you understand and you
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| Aware the sound of roaring thunder
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| Let your power dominate your soul
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| Scream it out and stand
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| For queen an metal you’ll stand — hail
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| Shake your head and be for what you stand
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| Denim and leather is what you wear
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| Tough and dangerous uncasual
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| Terrifying for the ignorant
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| For the snobs and dignified you’re a dreg
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| But let them screw theirselve cause you
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| Aware the sound of roaring thunder
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| Let your power dominate your soul
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| Scream it out and stand
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| For queen an metal you’ll stand — hail
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| Shake your head and be for what you stand
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| For queen an metal you’ll stand — hail
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| Shake your head and be for what you stand
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| So raise your hands and fists real high
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| Be a danger until you die
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| Let the rythm drive you wild
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| Pounding till deep in the night
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| For queen an metal you’ll stand — hail
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| Scream it out and stand
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| For queen an metal you’ll stand — hail
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| Shake your head and be for what you stand
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| So raise your hands and fists real high
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| Be a danger until you die
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| Let the rythm drive you wild
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| For queen and metal you’ll stand — hail |