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You waired too long,
I could hear the clock ticking like a time bomb
And now it's too late
Now I can't be saved
This place is quiet as the grave
But what's that? That noise I hear?
I pray it's what I hope and not what I fear
Shining like a star and he's shaking the floor,
I can't even look as he kicks down the door
Now I'm outta there, I'm free as a bird
Didn't even look back at the explosion I heard





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