When the end comes
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You'll see hydrogen electrolyzed
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Amazing, you're amazed at the cold you see, the fire by your face
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Bitter bloom
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Flightless skies
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The fear the doom it's no surprise
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Realize, there's no sense in losing your mind before your time
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In order not to worry you write the words down
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But it's a fool's game and your game face is shameful
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Rise young sun you're a tireless one
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And you'll be back, burning
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When the morning comes when you catch my soul upon waking
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Will you make a wish
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For the wild west to accept the excess?
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When the end comes you'll see fields of green beyond your reach
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And heartbeats
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Rise young sun, you're a tireless one and you'll be back burning
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When the morning comes
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When you catch my soul upon waking
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Will you make a wish
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For the fool's gain to equal his insane?
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Wild West
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| Gregory And The Hawk |
