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When the end comes |
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You'll see hydrogen electrolyzed |
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Amazing, you're amazed at the cold you see, the fire by your face |
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Bitter bloom |
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Flightless skies |
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The fear the doom it's no surprise |
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Realize, there's no sense in losing your mind before your time |
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In order not to worry you write the words down |
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But it's a fool's game and your game face is shameful |
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Rise young sun you're a tireless one |
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And you'll be back, burning |
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When the morning comes when you catch my soul upon waking |
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Will you make a wish |
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For the wild west to accept the excess? |
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When the end comes you'll see fields of green beyond your reach |
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And heartbeats |
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Rise young sun, you're a tireless one and you'll be back burning |
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When the morning comes |
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When you catch my soul upon waking |
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Will you make a wish |
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For the fool's gain to equal his insane? |
