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We gotta slow down the speed |
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The less we have is the more you need |
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We gotta cut off the speed |
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While the engines burn beneath our feet |
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We're running out of the fuel |
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It's hard to find like jewel |
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We're running out of the fuel |
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Black fuel's the master making rules |
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Black fuel controls the world |
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We stand backs to the wall |
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And being slaves after all |
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We stand backs to the wall |
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Till the never ending story falls |
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And then one day you'll see |
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We messed it up so let it be |
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And then one day we'll see |
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There's nothing left internally |
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Black fuel controls the world |
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Every minute that we move |
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black fuel's being used |
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Depending all the time always |
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more water in the wine |
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While I'm sitting in my room |
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patiently waiting for the boom |
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Black fuel |
