| Story time
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| Twenty years since the incident at Black Mesa
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| The G-Man makes the Freeman wake up on a train to City 17
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| Dystopian as a city’s ever been
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| Oh, see who’s popped up on the screen
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| Black Mesa’s administrator; |
| Dr. Wallace Breen
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| But as Gordon arrives to step in the station
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| He’s pulled aside for interrogation
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| Separated into a darkened damp room
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| Hang on a second, is that not Barney Calhoun?
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| It’s hard to tell who’s good guys or bad
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| But they decide to rout through to Kleiner’s Lab
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| On the way, get a glimpse of the Combine empire
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| Now, there’s a raid, run, run, try and get far
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| Scatter like a cat and a mouse in chase
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| Now they found you they’re smacking a baton
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| Around your face, uh
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| Wake up, wake up, Dr. Freeman
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| Who’s this face? |
| He must have been dreaming
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| Ha! |
| Not a chance, that’s Alyx Vance
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| And by all accounts, she’s about to gallivant
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| Down to the lab with you just behind her
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| 'Cause she’d got to find you for Dr. Kleiner
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| This place isn’t easy as A-B-C
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| Super tough environment, here’s an H.E.V. |
| Suit
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| Just in time to teleport you to all of the other scientists
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| To support their assault
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| But sod’s law and of course there’s a flaw
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| And a balls up when Lamarr causes a fault
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| And the forces that saw it are all on patrol
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| Looking for Gordon, so, Gordon is forced to withdraw
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| Down through the canals, fuckin' hell, better go hard
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| «Yo Barney, chuck us down a crowbar»
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| Running in, swinging it at them, going to twat them
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| Splitting their scalp as if he’s splitting an atom
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| Picking up the pistol this prick was packing
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| Dispatch the dispatched units attacking
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| Train-hopping, got to save himself
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| Popping into Station 12
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| Ain’t stopping on the nature trail
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| Been breaking cells and evading shells
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| Dash, dead fast, into Station 6
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| Smash Headcrabs into bacon bits
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| Whatever floats your boat, apropos to note
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| The bloke rode a Motorboat 'til the rotor broke
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| Whoa, bro! |
| Those flows, just don’t, fucking hell
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| You’re stuck in a canal so, get out
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| Running for cover fast, funneling into a tunnel
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| Wonder what’ll come of that, going to get pummeled
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| So, let a Vortigaunt fit a gun to the top of it
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| So, none can stop it and then confront a copper
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| That’s in a Hunter-Chopper
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| Dropping a hundred tons of bombs on top of us
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| Pop, pop, Freeman’s done with apocalypse
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| Damn, how long did that take to reach Black Mesa East?
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| Seemed like a couple days at least
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| A crazed police state they were chasing Freeman
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| Through water-ways and streets
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| All the way to the door of his destination, jeez
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| So, get the kettle on and make some tea, chai
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| Got bread to break with Eli
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| Mossman and Alyx and another little, green guy
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| Now, we’ve had a minute, having some fun
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| Got to get grappling with the Gravity Gun
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| No ammunition, in this kind of cannon, there’s none
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| Pulling and pushing and grabbing is how the damage is done
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| Now, come and meet Dog, he’s a robot pet
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| Ooh, can I stroke him? |
| No, not yet!
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| Hello, little fellow! |
| Holy crap! |
| You’re tall!
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| Go, go Dog! |
| Fetch that basketball
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| Oh god, heck! |
| That’s not a ball
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| That’s a bomb so, let’s smash that wall and get on
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| But then Gordon and Dog are separated and so
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| Gordon heads on into Ravenholm
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| Wow, hey! |
| This place has really gone downhill
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| Since we left from the station
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| This neglect must be the effect of zombie gentrification
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| Unless this statement’s mistaken
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| I reckon the neighbours' must have taken a vacation
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| To a place that ain’t full of the flaming remains of Ravenholm
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| The failing favela full of razor blades to rotate and impale you
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| Hey! |
| By the way, this part’s bloody gory
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| I warned you too late, timing it poorly
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| But, still, it’d be a far different story
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| If Gordon hadn’t found Father Grigori
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| Who graciously donated a shotgun
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| Shucks, mate! |
| Always wanted one and now, I’ve got one
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| They haven’t got long, they’re short of time
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| But I’m sure there’s a mine, they’ll be sure to find
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| Then Gordon goes on, leaves Gregori behind
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| To race through the blaze to his grave
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| It’s an awkward goodbye, it’s an awkward goodbye
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| It’s an awkward goodbye, it’s an awkward goodbye
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| It’s an awkward goodbye
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| Freeman sees that Eli’s been shipped to Nova Prospekt |
| So, he’s got to hit the road and hope there are no upsets
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| Reach the coast, there’s beaches, docks
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| Wrecks and bath towels like a TV boxset’s plot
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| Set in Nassau, a hot mess like trap houses
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| Spot checks and crackdowns
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| On crack rocks so, they have no option
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| But to get up and crack scalps
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| Then hot-stepping, flat out with the gas down
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| 'Til the ash clouds are in the rear view mirror
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| What? |
| It’s not got one?
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| Don’t book an mot, I doubt it’d pass now
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| Get out the dying car to fight the Antlion Guard
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| Say sayonara! |
| Bye-bye to the giant fly 'cause by-and-large
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| It’s necessary pest control, swatting them like flies now
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| Firing rockets off the top of a conical lighthouse
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| With comical timing, the combine are like moths to a flame
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| They must be like, «My god, we’ve lost him again!»
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| It’s not been the same
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| Since Freeman got a box of Pheropods to chuck
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| Now, the game’s full of bugs, their QA Testers must have sucked
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| There’s such a bloody mess
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| Looks like they crushed them with a monster truck
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| It’s just a clusterfudge of shoveled rubble, puddles, dust and muck
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| Anyway, what is this place? |
| Some sort of prison base?
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| I reviewed it on Google Places, let’s just say, it isn’t great
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| I’ve never had to look up prison riots on TripAdvisor
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| Then again, I’ve never had to break out a Resistance Fighter
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| The screws were getting turnt so, Gordon fricking lit them right up
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| Leave their britches burnt as if they’re bitten by a widow spider
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| Isn’t it nice to get a bit of quality time, Alyx?
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| Just to find Mossman is a combine spy, dammit!
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| I’ve had it with the two-faced snake
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| And I very much doubt that my views may change
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| Finally they find her, too late, mate
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| Eli’s in her noose, made to escape
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| With great haste, teleports him straight to the Citadel
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| Then vacates to the same place in it as well
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| It may be dangerous, just a tiny tad
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| But we need to take it to get to Kleiner’s Lab
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| So, climb in the back and let’s split
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| Combine are attacking, no time for Netflix
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| No time to chill, we got to find the girl
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| Quicker than Simon Cowell could frickin' sign a deal
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| But on the other side, Kleiner reveals
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| They’ve been stuck in time spinning on the ride like a wheel
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| And a week went by in the blink of an eye
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| That was seen as a sign, «Begin the Uprising»
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| City 17, civil war, it’s a living hell
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| Even more reason for storming the Citadel
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| So, let’s meet Barney for breakfast
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| We need energy for storming the Nexus
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| Kill Combine, put it down on the checklist
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| Didn’t ring ahead so, I doubt they’ll expect us
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| But if they’re trying to find us, they might just find us
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| Fighting Striders like this, things are really popping off
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| It’s looking like apocalyptic prophecies
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| Hypotheses were properly predicted
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| Turn up as a person, you’re going to leave as liquid
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| When you going to learn to give Gordon Freeman distance
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| He’s not as masculine as normally depicted
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| He doesn’t have to be, the former laws have been restricted
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| This protagonist is just a man who gets shit finished efficiently
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| No matter just how bad it gets, the town burns, the valve turns
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| A well learned lesson, now, we’ll found out the outcomes
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| Well, flipping hell, this is it
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| We’re in the Citadel now, didn’t miss a trick
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| But even if he did, Dr. Freeman is a wiz
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| At retrieving opportunities from seemingly impossible
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| Unfeasibly and inconceivably tough predicaments
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| The Gravity Gun is pulling your muscles off your ligaments
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| Pick them up and chuck them down an elevator shaft
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| Particularly the ones who made our escapade a faff
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| But admit it, this is pretty fun, ragdoll physics
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| Spinning your head round like Dan Bull lyrics
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| That captivating, you forgot to breathe
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| Good job, we booked a meeting in with Dr. Breen
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| So, hurry up, pull your socks up, we must proceed
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| I know it’s tough when there’s, oh, so much to see
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| But there’s a job to do, prisoners to free
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| It seems Mossman’s role in this is not complete
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| Unlocked, released, the team watch as Breen flees
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| Up to the top to release the beast
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| So, he must be stopped just like SOPA and ACTA
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| Our only hope is a broken reactor
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| But there’s a bloke that we know comin' at you |
| Froze motionless as if he’s broken your back
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| Well-spoken, you’ve seen him before
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| You’re without hope as he leaves through the door
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| Well, what do you think a sequel is for? |