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The wind |
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The war |
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I'm burning out |
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Is this the end |
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The bombs are raining hell |
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I see |
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The real me |
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Floating out to space |
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Blown to bits |
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Where's the human race |
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Slave |
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Well it's immortal right |
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But i'll give it a try |
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As they fly through the air |
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Doubters beware |
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My home |
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Below |
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A blissful place |
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Stuck in this silo |
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I live alone |
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Make the best of what i own |
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Trusty |
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Gold key |
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Ready to kindle the globe |
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Please lay these arms to rest |
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My will is running low |
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Slave |
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Well it's immortal right |
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But i gave it a try |
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While the faces stare |
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At the hideous glare |
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Better turn and run |
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I've unleashed the sun |
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You say you wanted it done |
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I'm the man to count on |
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I'm in the hole for life |
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These subtle words fit right |
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Lord knows man needs a vice |
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On my knees in pain |