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Our children are all doomed
No more room in this crowded tomb
And the earth is ruined
The children inherit the wasteland soon
With a mind full of fear
The end is always near
And now they're on their own
With a wasteland to call home
Our children are all doomed
No more room, crowded tomb
With a mind full of fear
The end is always near
And now they're on their own
With a wasteland to call home
They're living with a mind full of fear
They're living with a mind full of fear
They're living with a mind full of fear
The end is always near
With a mind full of fear
The end is always near
And now they're on their own
With a wasteland to call home
They're living with a mind full of fear
They're living with a mind full of fear
They're living with a mind full of fear
The end is always near





