| I was born in the year of the Bulls-Eye
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| And unless the headlines lie, then they prophesied
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| That this age was the one to detonate
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| So let’s go
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| No more
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| I can’t take another false alarm
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| So if the fuses have been lit
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| Let’s get this over with
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| I can’t take another false alarm
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| And I don’t want to wait
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| Another day for the countdown
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| Because I fell in love with my visions of
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| The mushroom cloud
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| I was born and bred to bear witness
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| To a long awaited glimpse
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| Of the burdened titan’s bliss
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| As he sheds the weight that was his suffering
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| Until now
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| No more
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| I can’t take another false alarm
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| So if the fuses have been lit
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| Let’s get this over with
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| I can’t take another false alarm
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| And I don’t want to wait
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| Another day for the countdown
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| Because I fell in love with my visions of
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| The mushroom cloud
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| With open arms
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| Standing on a target
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| I thought that i could catch it
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| I’ll be the lucky one
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| I won’t close my eyes
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| As I’m overloaded
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| By all the explosions
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| A spectacle of falling shells
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| So now it’s bombs away
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| The blasting caps
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| Will all laugh last
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| With our collapse
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| The never ever aftermath
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| No more
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| I can’t take another false alarm
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| And as the ashes settle in all will be silent
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| I can’t take another false alarm
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| And I don’t want to wait
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| Another day for the countdown
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| Because I fell in love with my visions of
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| The mushroom cloud |