| A hundred suns, born to kill
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| it is madness, a sun created by man-
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| once again a perverse irony of life
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| earth creates — man destroys
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| love and hatred
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| we are the butchers of the earth
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| a hundred suns will be born-
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| millions of lives will fall
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| the first lightening,
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| a picture without protection and sense
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| The end, torture and death
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| when do they stop, when is it over?
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| one day they will all stand up,
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| rebel against us — exterminated us
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| the first lightening,
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| a picture without protection and sense
|
| A hundred suns, born to kill
|
| it is madness, a sun created by man
|
| once again a perverse irony of life
|
| earth creates — man destroys
|
| love and hatred
|
| we are the butchers of the earth
|
| a hundred suns will be born
|
| millions of lives will fall
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| BORN TO KILL |