2 hours away,
In a shadowed place,
There's a hockey arena
A gathering case.
Inside the dome,
The guitars rev up,
A silhouette screams,
And the crowd erupts.
I can hear the music
here at home, no drive,
but majesty and vengeance
are only felt live.
Will you take me to the show?
Nothing else, just let me go.
It's my final time,
My last chance to see my favorite band.
Other fans may be strange,
some venomous, some vicious,
but with Gates up on stage
we're all of one mind.
There's air, in a sense,
that's consumed by the shouts,
the amps won't stop pumping
the electricity out.
Will you take me to the show?
Nothing else, just let me go.
It's my final time,
My last chance to see my favorite band.
Music is life,
Music is love,
Music is life,
Let's go...
Will you take me to the show?
Nothing else, just let me go.
It's my final time,
My last chance to see my favorite band.
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