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- Dead End -
Thunder strucking through my head
Earth is quaking everything
Running as fast as I can
But every block is a dead end
When the time has stopped,
The sun is off
and darkness is all around us
When my hands are tide
no place to hide
we are dead~
or alive~
Feeling the ground shaking beneath
Pressure in the air is making me bleed
Precaution to survive in my hand
streets of hell are forever damned
When the time has stopped,
The sun is off
and darkness is all around us
When my hands are tide
no place to hide
we are dead~
or alive~
Earth is quaking everything
Running as fast as I can
But every block is a dead end
When the time has stopped,
The sun is off
and darkness is all around us
When my hands are tide
no place to hide
we are dead~
or alive~
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