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Hard times, the throw is offline, |
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Pictures of black and gray. |
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Soft minds, backed up by hard drives, |
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Standing in single file. |
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Anything to pass the test, you passed the test. |
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Like screaming in the air, |
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A sound for all who care, |
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The siren rings in vain. |
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When lightning hits the ground, |
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To all who stand around, a shock of ignorance. |
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Black lines, can turn to battlefields, |
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When they are drawn in pen. |
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Stop signs, like human apathy, |
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Can cause a fatal crash. |
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Like screaming in the air, |
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A sound for all who care, |
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The siren rings in vain. |
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When lightning hits the ground, |
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To all who stand around, a shock of ignorance. |
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The feeling hard to tell, |
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A word can break the spell. |
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Hard times, the throw is offline, |
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Pictures of black and gray. |
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Like screaming in the air, |
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A sound for all who care. |
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The siren rings in vain. |
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When lightning hits the ground, |
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A shock to all around, to all around. |
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Your screaming, your screaming, your screaming. |
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The lightning, the lightning, lightning. |
