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I will be ready
Some violent day
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Skys turn red
Starts turning red
Starts turning red
Seeking, seeking shelter
From the enemy
A hostile war (made these)? extreme conditions
It's not really where I want to be
No, no protection
From, from the air
Lungs collapse
Your oxygen low
Filled with hell
Genetics never tired
Will grip you
? Lungs?
Pushed to the edge
You're all? looking
You're mine now fool?
You (are the)? first
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
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