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Like No Plague Don't look for no red sun, don't look for no blood rivers. If you got to get down on your knees, you get down for me Because I make your world collapse like no plague or drought. I change the flavor of your air. Don't you doubt me. If you got to move you get down for me. I am the one man Apocalypse, waging wars just beneath your skin with a guaranteed win. I swing low, I work my way up to my own red sun. Take that last breath, after this they'll all burn your throat. I am the end of your world. Get down for me.
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