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Apocalypse
Hold on, sweet girl
We don't have much time left.
I can't shield you from it,
But I can still be your shield.
For as long as I can breathe,
I will fight off the apocalypse.
And if the sun is blowing up,
I'll be your shade.
We don't have much time left.
I can't shield you from it,
But I can still be your shield.
For as long as I can breathe,
I will fight off the apocalypse.
And if the sun is blowing up,
I'll be your shade.
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