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Smoke in your lungs and in your mind
Take shelter, if you can
The fumes lingering between us and the sky
Will we live, or will we die?
We may have run from the curse
But we can't escape from the disease
We may have run from the curse
But we'll soon be victims to the disease
White smoke deep in your lungs and in your mind
Nauseated, asphyxiated, to think we were safe
Losing chance to survive, made to die
Take shelter, if you can
The fumes lingering between us and the sky
Will we live, or will we die?
We may have run from the curse
But we can't escape from the disease
We may have run from the curse
But we'll soon be victims to the disease
White smoke deep in your lungs and in your mind
Nauseated, asphyxiated, to think we were safe
Losing chance to survive, made to die