"a century of universal decay
in cyclotrons nuclei are split
souls are split, sounds are split insanely
while behind a quiet fence on a bench in someone's garden..."Victory
"the sun never sets where our flag flies high
victory is simple as it shines up in the sky
we'll hang 'em high as we hail new glory
so raise the flag once more..."With No Half-Measures
"its criteria are easy 'n' fast
hidden behind... the sun
he lights you through the moon
and you're great and he's your friend..."|
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