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You start to feel the static |
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You feel the pressure pumping |
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With courage in your pocket |
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No time for indecision |
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We're on a heavy mission |
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With confidence you fire |
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Take out specific targets |
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With technical precision |
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You're on a heavy mission |
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Ready or not, get set go |
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It's oh so beautiful |
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The poetry of rage |
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And the violence in the air |
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Smells so wonderful |
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Sweet malaise |
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You carry all the burden |
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The pain is penetrating |
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Block out the devastation |
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Forget the grief and sorrow |
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You know there's no tomorrow |
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A man in this condition |
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A man is this position |
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Must now become a killer |
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You know it's now or never |
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A desperation effort |
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Forget to stop and listen |
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We're on a heavy mission |
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And as the lights begin to dim |
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I find myself at home |
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I sit here on my thrown |
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I think I'll light myself a bone |
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And as I sit here in the dark |
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I know I'm not alone |
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I found my self a girl |
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I found here halfway round the world |
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As heavy as she is |
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She's beautiful to hold |
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I squeeze her tightly in my hand |
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She'll send me back where I belong |