(Tipton/Halford/Downing)
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When the power chords come crashing down
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Go tearing through my senses
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It's for the strong, not for the weak
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In light and dark dimensions
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It stimulates, regenerates
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It's therapeutic healing
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It lifts our feet up off the ground
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and blasts us through the ceiling
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Between the eyes
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I hear it screaming
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And it electrifies
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Your inner feelings
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Hot shock waves charge the air
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All heads are banging
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Fists pumping everywhere
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Guitars are cranking
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Heavy Metal. Heavy Metal
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What do you want
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Heavy Metal. Heavy Metal
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What do you want
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Ten thousand lights come blazing down
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With razor sharp precision
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The speakers pour out molten steel
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The beat gives double vision
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An armour plated raging beast
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That's born of steel and leather
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It will survive against all odds
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Stampeding on forever
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Between the eyes
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I hear it screaming
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And it electrifies
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Your inner feelings
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Hot shock waves charge the air
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All heads are banging
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Fists pumping everywhere
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Guitars are cranking
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Heavy Metal. Heavy Metal
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What do you want
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Heavy Metal. Heavy Metal
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What do you want
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Heavy Metal
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Judas Priest |