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Heaven help us, we've lost control |
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This should be our finest hour |
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But we're racing towards the end of days |
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Pulling back from the brink despite our best efforts |
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The volume increases and the beat goes on |
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All the players marching to a different drum |
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The rhythm of the war dance, the beat goes on |
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What will become of us if there's no one to watch over us? |
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If we should face the certainty of our destruction |
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Forbidding everything, pointless cries, futile dreams |
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There'll be no after, there'll be no tears |
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When tomorrow never comes |
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This isn't a game and the safety's off |
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Still wait one more and so the beat gets faster |
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Everyone must play 'cause fame will find you |
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Put your face on the cover of a loaded magazine |
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We're proud of ourselves, our greatest inventions |
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Methods of killing have reached perfection |
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All the players marching to a different drum |
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The rhythm of the war dance and the beat goes on |
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What will become of us if there's no one to watch over us? |
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If we should face the certainty of our destruction |
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Forbidding everything, pointless cries, futile dreams |
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There'll be no after, there'll be no tears |
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When tomorrow never comes |
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As the warning siren sounds that the world is at an end |
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Rendered unto night creations are asunder |
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What would become of us if there's no one to watch over us? |
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There'll be no after, there'll be no tears |
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When tomorrow never comes |
