| Heaven help us, we’ve lost control
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| This should be our finest hour
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| But we’re racing towards the end of days
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| Pulling back from the brink despite our best efforts
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| The volume increases and the beat goes on
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| All the players marching to a different drum
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| The rhythm of the war dance
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| The beat goes on
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| What will become of us?
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| If there’s no one to watch over us?
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| If we should face the certainty of our destruction
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| Forfeiting everything
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| Pointless cries
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| Futile dreams
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| There’ll be no laughter
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| There’ll be no tears
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| When tomorrow never comes
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| This isn’t a game
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| Turn the safety off
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| Still we want more, so the beat gets faster
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| Everyone must play cause fame will find you
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| Put your face on the cover of a loaded magazine
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| We’re proud of ourselves
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| Our greatest inventions, methods of killing, have reached perfection
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| All the players marching to a different drum
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| The rhythm of the war dance
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| And the beat goes on
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| What will become of us?
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| If there’s no one to watch over us?
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| If we should face the certainty of our destruction
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| Forfeiting everything
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| Pointless cries
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| Futile dreams
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| There’ll be no laughter
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| There’ll be no tears
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| When tomorrow never comes
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| As the warning sirens sound
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| And the world is at an end
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| Render unto night
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| Creations torn asunder
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| What will become of us?
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| Is there no one to watch over us?
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| There’ll be no laughter
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| There’ll be no tears
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| When tomorrow never comes |