| 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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| I’m breaking in, shaping up then
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| Checking out on the prison bus
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| This is it, the apocalypse — whoa
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| I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
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| Enough to make my systems blow
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| Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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| Welcome to the new age
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| Whoa, whoa — I’m radioactive, radioactive
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| Whoa, whoa — I’m radioactive, radioactive
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| I raise my flags, don my clothes
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| It’s a revolution, I suppose
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| We’re painted red to fit right in, whoa
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| I’m breaking in, shaping up then
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| Checking out on the prison bus
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| This is it, the apocalypse — whoa
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| I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
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| Enough to make my systems 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, whoa — I’m radioactive, radioactive
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| Whoa, whoa — 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 systems 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, whoa — I’m radioactive, radioactive
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| Whoa, whoa — I’m radioactive, radioactive |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Radioactive , by - Rock Crusade. Song from the album Radioactive: Rock Playlist, in the genre Иностранный рок