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Feel
Feel all alone
Fell feel
Feel your touch and sound
The war
The war has begun
Last man standing
Will have a gun
No
No redemption
The purge
The purge is real
Crazed
Crazed zombies
Running with blood
Across the field
The war
The war has begun
The war
We all need guns
No place as
No [?]
The lies the blood
The good always gets in
[?] down
He's a clown
Always wears a frown
Stalking in sound
No place to hide
No place beside
The lions, the blood
The good always gets in
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