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A man walks through the rubble of this cold and mindless |
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Land with a chip on his shoulder and a pistol in his hand |
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No emotions he has immortal thoughts |
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No friends or peers for a thousand years in a place where he's been dropped |
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Just a threat and a waste of a deaf, blind soul |
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His tricks and cons are carried on while the ignorant enroll |
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You won't be the first, you'll be the very last to know |
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When you're face to face with a man called Death and life's the pending toll |
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So if you want to turn out like this bold and fearless man |
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Then keep living your life in a reckless abandon |
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Thrown the dice, this gamble you have lost |
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Realize what you must sacrifice to pay the growing costs |
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Caught in a cage you slowly fill with rage |
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In a world where hate's like a never ending plague |
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You won't be the first, you'll be the very last to know |
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When you're face to face with a man called Death and life's the pending toll |
