| Hanging out and shooting out all of the lights
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| I toss and toss, it’s after dark
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| Is this real or just a dream, some fantasy?
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| And is this real or emptiness?
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| We’re getting out of here
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| As fast as we can
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| Oh, we’re getting out of here
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| As fast as we can
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| She still stand beside my parts and in this world
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| It’s getting sicker all the time
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| Say that victim, a victim made society
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| Chop her ankle and bring it back to her family, yeah
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| We’re getting out of here
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| As fast as we can
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| Oh, we’re getting out of here
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| As fast as we can
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| Dusty highway
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| Wait, await and see
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| West of passion
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| Oh, turn back to me
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| Oh, come back to me, oh
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| Nuclear alarmament, disarmament
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| We are going straight to hell
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| Kill for problem, kill for pride and kill for fun
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| Democracy has just begun, yeah
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| We’re getting out of here
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| As fast as we can
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| Oh, we’re getting out of here
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| As fast as we can
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| We’ll never passes with open
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| Pass through his way again
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| The night is gladly or somewhat, so it seems
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| Is this real or just a dream? |
| Yeah
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| Oh, oh |