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one. Ahh. was a nuclear blast, we had a holocaust-a fun. Everything's. turning red. We all just walking dead. I should'a stayed in. bed. Where is the feast what we were promised? Only believe
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Bài hát Nuclear Seasons - Charli XCX. When you go please don’t leave your love in the sun my heart would melt away. In the night with your twisted tongue when you drop the bomb I'm blown away. Cause
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. Light up the town! . The walls that hold me . Are melting down . I’m rising up like . A mushroom cloud . I’m going nuclear . Lightin’ up this town! . Fire up now I’m havin’ a blast . Cool kicks baby it’s
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researched my roots, lookin for proof. The best place to hide a lie is between two truths. The aftermath of a nuclear blast. When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph. I dig a 5 by 9
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We live for the music. We die for our music. We are all searching for that one moment. When the music captures our soul. Blast off. We live for the music. We die for our music. We are all searching
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Bài hát Nuclear - Mike Oldfield. Standing on the edge of the crater. Like the prophets once said. and the ashes are all cold now. No more bullets and the embers are dead. Whispers in the air tell
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The numeric transmission five triple-zero was received repeatedly. Without interruption for eight full days. It stopped suddenly on the ninth. And that's when the destruction began Blast off
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Title Nuclear. Artist Destiny's Chid. You had your dreams. And I had mine. Eyes wide open. And we dreamed together. I never know how we keep. Our * together. Wondering. Is this love or illusion
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This is where the summer ends. In a flash of pure destruction,. No one wins. Go nuclear. Nuclear. The violets in my eyelids goin' red. Sentimental geek. Shut up and. Go to sleep. . The calm
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Blast off. Up to the stars we go. And leave behind. Everything I used to know. Somebody's giving me. A whole lot of money to do. What I think I want to. So why. Am I still feeling blue?. Oh
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the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie). It's got to be, your man HiTek and Kweli. Who make you rock your body (body). Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots. Like the blast from
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. Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written. Hook. Them boys want they music on blast. Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass. Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even
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nuclear war! Ashes to ashes one day we'll all fall to dust. There will be rain in the skies to wash away the rust. There's a war in front of me,. We're all crying out for peace,. A depression at its
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