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[ti:Katarraktis apo aima] |
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[ar:Tiamat] |
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One,two,three,four... |
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Sons and daughters |
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Troubled waters |
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A stench of burned gasoline |
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Silicon and Codeine |
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Flooded highlands in misty haza |
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Mudslides and suicides |
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Earthquakes and gamma rays |
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Devilish acts of God above |
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Carried to heaven by a dirty white dove |
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And in the corner there's a broken man |
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His fingers are on the trigger now |
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And as the smell of dying embers |
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And rusty strings on his bow |
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A sound explodes and fills the room |
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And echoes beyond these walls of doom |
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Until it vanishes up in the air |
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With nothing more to come |
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Yeah,we must aim for the stars and we are gonna get up high |
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We must build another tower and make it though the fires |
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We must sail the seven seas now the water abound |
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We shall cease the deceased until the angels come around |
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With noting more to come... |