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Die! Slowly you're dying |
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From this contagious disease |
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Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure |
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Your passing is a sure thing |
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Your thoughts are empty and hopeless |
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Nothing is left for you now |
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Having to live with this terrible certainty |
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Praying is all you can do |
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It's vicious and crippling and slowly, |
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Your life will end |
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But how long will it take to save us from the plague |
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With fatal convulsions the plague is reaching for us |
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God knows! |
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What will it take to save us from the plague |
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Contracted by blood |
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The virus can be in us all |
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You're one of it's victims, but then thousands more |
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And they won't be the last |
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So many civilisations before |
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The mighty, the proud and the brave |
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The poor, the rich - |
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Indiscriminate |
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Soon they'll all end in |