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Got bad things coming |
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All my thoughts turning black |
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Wanna hit the ground running |
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Wanna turn the clocks back |
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I don't want to look forward |
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Or even look ahead |
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I don't want the future |
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For the future is dead |
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Gotta stand up so strong, fight all alone |
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I hope I can, cause I can never go home |
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Gotta stand up so strong, fight all alone |
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I hope I can, cause I can never go home |
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You do everything right |
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You you got no control |
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Fates like a storm |
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That cares not about your goals |
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You batten the hatches |
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And prepare for the storm |
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Better make no attachments |
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'Cause death is the norm |
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Gotta stand up so strong, fight all alone |
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I hope I can, cause I can never go home |
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Gotta stand up so strong, fight all alone |
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I hope I can, cause I can never go home |
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There are bad things coming |
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All my thoughts turning black |
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There are bad things coming |
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All my thoughts turning black |
