| Ruined world
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| Hey
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| What you doing girl?
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| Looking for answers?
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| You look a bit anxious
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| You’re far from shelter
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| It’s harmful out there
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| Fighting violence and terror
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| Is trial and error
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| Grab a vine or a fibre
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| A wire and tie them together
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| So you’re flying
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| As light as a feather
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| Climbing whatever
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| Climate or weather
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| 'Til you’re finding the treasure
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| Head straight to Meridian
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| What a place to create a city in
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| Chasing Elysium
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| Like an idiot taking the lithium
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| Aim for oblivion
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| I may be rephrasing an idiom
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| Saying the same thing again
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| Just to make it fit in
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| But I’m taking you primitive places
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| You may never visit
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| And making it…
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| SSSIIZZLING
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| Every minute there’s a hero born
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| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn
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| Got a premonition and I fear those swarms
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| Will be here with no warning
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| Hear those horns
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| Don’t pour scorn
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| On those that forewarn
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| Of snowstorms
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| Or you could go home forlorn
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| Every minute there’s a hero born
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| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn
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| Trudging through the over growth
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| The hunt’s a drug I do
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| I’m floating close to overdose
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| My toes, my bones, my chromosomes
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| The moment’s over, focus
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| Slowly sober, roaming over zones
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| Showing signs of tribes of old
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| Like roman roads are
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| Eroded
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| A ronin rode a rodeo
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| Rewrote the rule, we rowed a rowboat
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| Over rows of rapid river flows
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| Until it froze
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| The tiller throws us
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| And it goes off
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| 'Til our goal just isn’t close
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| This isn’t supposed to be
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| The way the wind it blows
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| But when it blows, It leaves a breeze
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| That tends to throw the leaves of trees
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| To the extent we only see
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| In fevered dreams
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| See, believe
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| These machines
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| Steel beasts
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| When we beat them we’ll feast
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| On meals of real meat again
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| We’ll meet again
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| When he’s deceased
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| Every minute there’s a hero born
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| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn
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| Got a premonition and I fear those swarms
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| Will be here with no warning
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| Hear those horns
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| Don’t pour scorn
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| On those that forewarn
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| Of snowstorms
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| Or you could go home forlorn
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| Every minute there’s a hero born
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| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn
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| I’ve
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| Got something to say
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| Don’t take it in a sensitive way
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| There’s no sense in taking offense
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| I’m saving a friend when I say
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| Pray
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| What kind of brave hunter is chased
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| Running away
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| To the hub of the cave
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| Thinking you’re going to be safe
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| Nah
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| They’re coming to take
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| Everything you’re loving away
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| Whether humble or great
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| Man, it’ll crumble and fade
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| Succumbing unto the grave
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| So come on under whether you’re
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| Pulling a gun or a blade
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| Going to make the blood in my veins
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| Run at a pace that’s unsafe
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| In an untamed rugged domain
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| What could it mean
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| I’m wondering who my mother could be
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| Was she
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| The same kind of woman as me
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| There’s some kind of beast
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| Drumming a beat
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| I’m a machine
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| Like those steel beasts
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| When we beat them we’ll feast
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| On meals of real meat again
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| We’ll meet again when he’s deceased
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| When he’s been blessed with death
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| When east is east
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| And west is west
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| North is north
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| And south is south
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| I’m going in
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| Out and out
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| Every minute there’s a hero born
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| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn
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| Got a premonition and I fear those swarms
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| Will be here with no warning
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| Hear those horns
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| Don’t pour scorn
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| On those that forewarn
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| Of snowstorms
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| Or you could go home forlorn
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| Every minute there’s a hero born
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| At the beginning of the Zero Dawn |