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The air is filled with dust and smoke |
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The cities burned down long ago |
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Washed in fear we salvage hopes |
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We walk the same abandoned road |
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I dance to the here and the now |
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I dance to the bullets against the ground |
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We live in the flicker tonight |
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We chase the waves of dawn 'til we die |
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The vultures circle overhead |
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They heard every word I said |
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We search for ghosts that roam our past |
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Revel in dreams that never last |
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I wear a bulls-eye on my back |
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A scrap of metal in my chest |
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I live or die with every step |
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The gloom is brooding in the west |
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How many lives have I got left? |
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Just leave my corpse to ride the desert wind |
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Just lay me dead never return again |
