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Storm Chasers
We are the warriors of a thousand lonely nights.
Perfect strangers underneath the city lights.
Seven angels on the wing, running wild and free.
As the artist cast to time every page of history.
Storm chasers got trouble on the run.
Laughing at the wind, whoopin' hollerin' having fun.
Seven angels on the wing, running wild and free.
As the artist cast to time every page of history.
We are soldiers all alone in the thick of the fight.
Battle worn and tested under 6K white light.
Seven angels on the wing, running wild and free.
As the artist cast to time every page of history.
Gun the motor on the line fast car red on black.
Count it out 123 the boots hit the sack.
Seven angels on the wing, running wild and free.
As the artist cast to time every page of history.