| Death may come invisible
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| Or in a holy wall of fire
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| In the breath between the markers
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| On some black I-80 mile
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| From the madness of the governments
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| To the vengeance of the sea
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| Well, everything is eclipsed
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| By the shape of destiny
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| So love me now, hell is coming
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| Yeah, kiss my mouth, hell is here
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| Little soldier, little insect
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| You know war, it has no heart
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| It will kill you in the sunshine
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| Or happily in the dark
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| Where kindness is a card game
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| Or a bent up cigarette
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| In the trenches, in the hard rain
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| With a bullet and a bet
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| He says, «Help me out, hell is coming
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| But could you do it now? |
| Hell is here»
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| See the sterile soil pores in the sky
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| Yellow water, final scraps of light
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| Bringin' new tears
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| Awake, baby, awake
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| But leave that blanket around you
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| There’s nowhere as safe
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| I’m leaving this place
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| But there is nothing I’m planning to take
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| Just you, just you, just you, just you |