Got bad things coming All my thoughts turning black Wanna hit the ground running Wanna turn the clocks back I don't want to look forward Or even look ahead I don't want the future For the future is dead Gotta stand up so strong, fight all alone I hope I can, cause I can never go home Gotta stand up so strong, fight all alone I hope I can, cause I can never go home You do everything right You you got no control Fates like a storm That cares not about your goals You batten the hatches And prepare for the storm Better make no attachments 'Cause death is the norm Gotta stand up so strong, fight all alone I hope I can, cause I can never go home Gotta stand up so strong, fight all alone I hope I can, cause I can never go home There are bad things coming All my thoughts turning black There are bad things coming All my thoughts turning black
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