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I am the prodigal son, the ghost of the chosen one |
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I am the god that you want, the god that you need... |
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Calling out to the young and the old |
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The torched, the twisted, metallic and cold |
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Forge and fire, unwilling to bleed |
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The few, the proud, new metal machines... |
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Carry the torch over sea, over land |
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Cutting my way through the "new master plan" |
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Saving the soul of a world that's on crutches |
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But I can't save you all, unless you take a stand |
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And answer the call... |
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I am the prodigal son, the ghost of the chosen one |
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I am the god that you want, the one that you need... |
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Neodymium |
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Man, catch me if you can |
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Neodymium |
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Man, I'm the master plan |
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Neodymium |
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Man, catch me if you can |
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Neodymium |
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Man... Open your arms to the new metal man |
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I'm welding your future as fast as |
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I can So let it be written, so let it be done |
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And listen to the law, my fellow man |
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And answer the call... |
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I am the prodigal son |
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So look out here |
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I come Adaptation or extinction... |
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Neodymium |
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Man, catch me if you can |
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Neodymium |
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Man, I'm the master plan |
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Neodymium |
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Man, catch me if you can |
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Neodymium |
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Man... |
