Whoah-oh
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Whoah-oh
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Whoah-oh
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Whoah
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I'm waking up to ash and dust
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I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
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I'm breathing in the chemicals
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Yeah, ah
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I'm breaking in, shaping up
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Then checking out on the prison bus
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This is it, the apocalypse
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Whoa
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I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
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Enough to make my system blow
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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Whoa-oh, whoa
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I'm radioactive, radioactive
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Whoa-oh, whoa
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I'm radioactive, radioactive
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I raise my flags, dye my clothes
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It's a revolution, I suppose
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We're painted red to fit right in
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Whoa
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I'm breaking in, shaping up
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Then checking out on the prison bus
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This is it, the apocalypse
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Whoa
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I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
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Enough to make my system blow
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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Whoa-oh, whoa
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I'm radioactive, radioactive
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Whoa-oh, whoa
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I'm radioactive, radioactive
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All systems go, the sun hasn't died
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Deep in my bones, straight from inside
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I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
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Enough to make my system blow
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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Whoa-oh, whoa
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I'm radioactive, radioactive
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Whoa-oh, whoa
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I'm radioactive, radioactive |