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Oct 2014
Firecrackers fly
It's a colorshow
We run for nothing

Johnny Pop makes soda bombs
You can hear him come down the hall

Sparks hit the floor
Run away! Run away!
It's coming for you!

Bottle rockets hit the sky
They explode in days gone by

We run
We are still running
We are invincible
Scotty Shot
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Scotty Shot
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   Makiya
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