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What if you take a look to the sky in the middle of the night? |
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When a shining flash turns it into daylight |
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Stop! Your eyes leave their sockets behind |
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As you think you're going to die |
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Can't move now, you are thunderstruck |
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It won't take reprisals |
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What if you are shivering with cold and suddenly terribly hot? |
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God's finger makes way through the clouds |
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Caught! The wrinkling skin of your hands |
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Like ashes and dust start to fly |
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First blisters the whispers alive |
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Cannot catch tomorrow |
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Poor devils, for the good of others |
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Whistling bombs will tear their lives apart |
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When blast off to genocide |
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Forced to be part of their plans |
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With shattered tears in your eyes |
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Whistling bombs will tear their lives apart |
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When blast off to genocide |
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What if each piece of land you used to know is simply crushed? |
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Like a head explodes against a windscreen |
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Burnt! The nuclear fire arrives |
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Destroying with the speed of light |
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It's here in the blink of an eye |
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Mass extermination |
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Poor devils praying low, they cannot stop the holocaust |
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The science of aggression |
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Intelligence of evil minds |
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They know how to kill, how to spread the fear, make you scream |
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Even if you think you're safe |
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They hunt you like an animal |
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What if each piece of land you used to know is simply crushed? |
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Like a head explodes against a windscreen |
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Burnt! The nuclear fire arrives |
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Destroying with the speed of light |
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It's here in the blink of an eye |
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Mass extermination |
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Poor devils, for the good of others |
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Whistling bombs will tear their lives apart |
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When blast off to genocide |
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Forced to be part of their plans |
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With shattered tears in your eyes |
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Whistling bombs will tear their lives apart |
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When blast off to genocide |