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| − | <font color=black style="font-size: 10pt; text-shadow: 5px 5px 8px cyan;">
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| − | I'm waking up to ash and dust<br>
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| − | I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust<br>
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| − | I'm breathing in the chemicals<br>
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| − | I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus<br>
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| − | This is it, the apocalypse<br>
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| − | Whoa<br>
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| − | I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones<br>
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| − | Enough to make my systems blow<br>
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| − | Welcome to the new age, to the new age<br>
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| − | Welcome to the new age, to the new age<br>
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| − | Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive<br>
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| − | Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive<br>
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| − | I raise my flags, don my clothes<br>
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| − | It's a revolution, I suppose<br>
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| − | We'll paint it red to fit right in<br>
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| − | Whoa<br>
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| − | </font>
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