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Welcome To the Jungle
Hide away in fear, For the dead begin their reign. Try to escape and they think they are in the clear, But according to the girl that is like a megaphone, this is only the start of pain. Fight away through the fear, No more hiding, there’s no choice, Even if a sugar rush may cheer, The wilted flower speaks the hard truth through his voice. Drive away through the fear All gassed up with a positive view. Make sure that he hits the dead with his steer, So they have a peaceful few. Drive right into the fear, Right into a city of the dead. Now they’re free, but they’re back into the drear, In a macabre carnival they fled. Crash right into the fear, Because they just can’t catch a break. The eldest that stands tall like a statue tells them to kick it into high gear, But the torrential downpour will awake. Drown out the fear, Run through the cold November Rain. They’ll reach the final stretch at a pier, Yet the bridge might be their bane.
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