| Everybody listen
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| Hosts of famished mummies crossed the Nile
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| Leavin' death and chaos
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| Walkin' corpses — Buddy get it right
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| They kill without frustration, blind with rage
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| Black death is comin', will it seal our fate
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| It makes a claim of bare life, hope and food
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| They beat us to a mummy, ain’t got nothin' to lose
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| Yeah, you got nothin' to lose
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| Panic pandemonium
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| Not for the world stand rooted to the ground
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| Apologies are useless
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| Take a seat in any underground
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| Now the wheels are rolling, hear the clown
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| Rope ladders to the moon for sure sold out
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| They make a claim to your life, hope and foot
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| They beat us to a mummy, ain’t got nothin' to lose
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| Get ready to run, get ready to run
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| No superstition gonna save your sun
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| Get ready to run, get ready to run
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| Get out of here
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| Get ready to run, get ready to run
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| No possibility to overcome
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| Get ready to run, get ready to run
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| Get out of here, we go to hell can’t stop insanity
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| Get out!
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| Get ready to run, get ready to run
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| No superstition gonna save your sun
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| Get ready to run, get ready to run
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| Get out of here
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| Get ready to run, get ready to run
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| No possibility better make (??their??) going wrong
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| Get ready to run, get ready to run
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| Get out of here, we go to hell can’t stop insanity
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| Get ready while the (??darken??) sends
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| Get ready to run |