| Call your friends and bring a gun
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| The Halo revolution’s on
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| Capping flags and arming bombs
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| Yes, we don’t blink until we’re done
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| Bring… a… drink or three prepare for war
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| The night could last for hours or more
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| Saddle up and pick your teams
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| Obliterate your enemies
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| The true elite
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| Melee and snipe
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| While the jerks; |
| they hog the rocks
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| Continue blowing off ones socks
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| Killtacular
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| Is screamed at me
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| Followed by «noob» and other obscenities
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| I haven’t done a thing to deserve these beeps
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| While blue team frags from up above
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| The chief sweeps in and takes the flag
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| Jacks a ghost and so it goes
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| Defeat is imminent for red
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| Time… flies… by the time we realize
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| That hours have passed. |
| it’s 3am
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| HALO 3 has pwned us all
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| Like every time and time again
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| In the end
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| We close our eyes
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| We put to sleep our one track minds
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| Destroyer of our productive lives.
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| In the end
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| We live to dream
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| The only MC in our lives
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| Lives in a tube screen by our bed side
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| Kill your friends!
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| Kill your friends!
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| Kill your friends! |