Wayward sons walk their sacred ground
City streets lead us homeward bound
Too young to worry, too old to cry
I'd live my life then I'd gladly die

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For the thrill of the kill
I get my kicks, I always will
From the thrill of the kill

Take a stroll down this one way street
You make a stand then you're knocked off your feet
You can laugh, you can cry, you can dance or sing
When its close to the bone I'd give everything

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