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This is it, the stories are all true. |
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I'm doing 98 on the interstate coming to get you |
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I see the tanks rolling in already picking spots |
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Not too much longer until this city's hot |
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They will never find us though |
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I know where we can go. |
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West of this towns there's a spot, |
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That I've already picked out. |
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But we have to moves fast, |
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So they don't figure this out |
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Either way it's definitely on now |
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There's only one way in this place if they find out how |
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And just so you know, |
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I'm taking at least three of them when I go |
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When that time finally comes set a fire to the gasoline drums |
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They will never take us alive |
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When that time does come |
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I hope it doesn't make you run |
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I hope you stay here with me |
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I hope all of this makes sense |
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I can't stand the thought of living our last days |
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Behind a fence inside this apocalypse. |