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Whoa, oh, oh |
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Whoa, oh, oh |
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Whoa, oh, oh |
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Whoa |
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I'm waking up to ash and dust |
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I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust |
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I'm breathing in the chemicals |
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I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus |
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This is it, the apocalypse |
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Whoa |
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I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones |
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Enough to make my systems blow |
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age |
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age |
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Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive |
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Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive |
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I raise my flags, dye my clothes |
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It's a revolution, I suppose |
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We're painted red to fit right in |
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Whoa |
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I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus |
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This is it, the apocalypse |
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Whoa |
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I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones |
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Enough to make my systems blow |
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age |
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age |
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Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive |
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Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive |
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All systems go, the sun hasn't died |
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Deep in my bones, straight from inside |
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I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones |
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Enough to make my systems blow |
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age |
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age |
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Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive |
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Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive |
