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times they are changing
sometimes it's too late to stop the flames
after the world goes up in smoke
ruins standing lonly relics we've called home once now a grave
that grows and grows that grows and grows
It was the day day that we were refused to die when the fire changed changed the color of our sky's we remember all the loved ones that it burnt they were the lucky ones cause the fallout will be worse
endurance being tested find a place to rest to give me strength to push forward thru desolet track companion by my side

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