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Hunt for the man |
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Comb the city, every street, every grate |
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You put a guard at every gate |
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Drag him out, shout the moment that you find him! |
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Daam! |
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Knock in the doors, lock up the city |
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Track him down through this town |
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And be quick about it...now! |
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How the devil do I ever prevail when I'm only a man? |
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But I'll never be duped by this scurrilous phantom again |
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I wasn't born to walk on water |
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I wasn't born to sack and slaughter |
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But on my soul, I wasn't born |
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To stoop, to scorn, and knuckle under |
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A man can learn to steal some thunder |
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A man can learn to work some wonder |
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But when the guantlet's down, |
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It's time to rise and climb the sky |
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And soon the moon will smoulder |
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And the winds will drive |
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Yes, a man grows older but his soul remains alive |
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All those tremulous stars still glitter |
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And I will survive! |
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Let my heart grow colder and as bitter as a falcon in the dive |
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There was a dream, a dying ember |
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There was a dream, I don't remember |
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But I will resurrect that dream |
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Though rivers stream and hills grow steeper |
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For here in hell where life gets cheaper |
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Oh, here in hell the blood runs deeper |
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And when the final duel is near |
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I'll lift my spear and fly |
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Piercing into the sky and higher |
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And the strong will thrive |
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Yes, the weak will cower while the fittest will survive |
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If we wait for the darkest hour |
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Till we spring alive |
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Then with claws of fire, we devour like a falcon in the dive |
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These are the days! Yes! |
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Days of glory, days of rage, and the dream |
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And the dream of Paris preys on my bones |
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Gnawing night and day and clawing through my brain and |
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No, never kneel! Never bend! |
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Rend him to bits! Bite! |
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Now, the beauty of the fight |
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I'm not a man to hunger for blood, but the spirit can cry |
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To be younger and fiercer and fly |
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Piercing into the sky and higher |
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And the strong will thrive |
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Yes, the weak will cower while the fittest will survive |
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If we wait for the darkest hour |
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Till we spring alive |
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Then with claws of fire, we devour like a falcon in the dive |
