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Interrogator: |
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Hello Simon. |
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This is our third crisis meet this week, what's going on Simon? |
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Simon: |
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Nothing. |
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Interrogator: |
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Six people is in intensive care, that's not nothing Simon. |
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Simon: |
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It's not me. |
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Interrogator: |
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That's going to be hard to prove. |
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But if it's not you, who is it? |
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Simon: |
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Somebody else. |
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Deep in the conflict |
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Whole body braves for the impact |
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Liquid melody soaks me thoughts flow through with syntax |
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Ducking and diving |
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See me weavin' through heathen massess |
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My vision blurred millitant serves deep in passages |
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There's no escape |
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Your just a red mark my laserpaint |
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Killer instanct sharp like the edge of a Razor Blade |
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Your body bag squeezing the trigger |
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The quick flash blind solo seek piece when the last enemy flatlines! |
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Shellshock! |
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Call me the Minotaur |
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Cave dweller settle the final score |
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Brave terrorist head effects to the minor scores |
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Raise tension |
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Stress levels and violence soar |
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Less tortured venomous methods of silence spawn |
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Affect the army that when the enemy fight the swarm |
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Stay sheltered |
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Stray pellets sent a vital cause |
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Pray weather forgives else the night was scorn |
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Crazed venture, Beggars dancin' to ride the storm! |
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Shellshock! |
