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Scaping from the reality... |
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Twisted visions of the red nights. |
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The horsemen galloping in the sky. |
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Giving life to the zombies. |
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The pestilent fog appears. |
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Nuclear winds blow my face. |
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I can see my bones. |
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But my spirit wants to give me away. |
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I have thousands of questions. |
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But no body answer to me. |
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The cold of the night call the darkness. |
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I couldn't see the sun never. |
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The moon was the nearest sphere. |
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Giving me magic powers. |
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Nuclear winds blows my face. |
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I can see my bones. |
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But my spirit wants to give me away |
