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<Highway To Hell>
Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, paid my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land I'm on the highway to hell (Don't stop me) And I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell |
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(Young, Young, Scott)
diamonds and dust poor man last rich man first lamborghinis caviar dry martinis shangri-la i got a burning feeling deep inside of me let your love run i'm going to set it free i'm going in to sin city i'm going to win in sin city where the lights are bright all through the town tonight i'm going to win in sin city ladders and snakes ladders give snakes take rich man poor man beggar man thief ain't got a hope in hell that's my belief fingers freddy diamond jim get ready i'm coming in so spin that wheel cut that rack and roll those loaded dice bring on the dancing girls and put the champaign on ice we're going in to sin city we're going to win in sin city where the lights are bright all through the town tonight we're going to win in sin city |
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(originally by AC/DC)
Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers We'll give you everything you need All hail to the good times 'Cause rock has got the right of way Gonna let you go tomorrow We're living for today Chorus: For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We rock at dawn, like a hurricane Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with the guitar pain/bite ??? will roll down, roll down on you We rock at dawn, like a bolt right out of the blue Chorus: X2 A battery for hire, with a guitar fire Aimed at you old friend (???) Pick up your guns, a twenty one Chorus: X4 (fade) |
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