| We range the view — we do!
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| The dead will fall — no one’s bothered
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| You’re trapped — me too
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| Radiation — no one’s bothered
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| Two carriage on the run out, everybody shake
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| I got a bloody strop on I’ll tell ya mate
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| I might get, I’m don at everything I seen
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| The grass in the dugout always bleeds mate
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| Victory for no one, hates as much as bleeds
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| The dark through the go on dead up from the knees
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| And hip shake, shake it, I been around
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| The grass in the dug out
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| We range the view — we do!
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| The dead will fall — no one’s bothered
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| You’re trapped — me too
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| Radiation — no one’s bothered
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| Bit tangy I got spun out
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| Who makes it all it seems
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| Hot sauce make out spicy screams
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| Aloha grass skirt, Five-O
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| Steve McGarrett, I blew all of the dough
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| We range the view — we do!
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| The dead will fall — no one’s bothered
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| You’re trapped — me too
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| Radiation — no one’s bothered
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| I’ll take it who
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| I’ll take it down
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| I’ll take it who
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| I’ll take it down
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| I’ll take it who
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| I’ll take it down
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| I’ll take it down
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| I’ll take it down
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| I’ll take it down |