| The fungus' hunger
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| Has plundered and plummeted us
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| From the humdrum to the hunted
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| As the county crumbles to dust
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| The life of a surviver’s living in quarantine
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| This isn’t a holiday
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| This is military policy
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| There’s a rift, as emboldened
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| We shift the balance of power
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| I’m just a citizen: Joel
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| Unwilling man of the hour
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| Cause all I want to do is end it
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| But my solitude depends
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| On whether I fulfill
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| An old promise to a friend
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| I’ve smuggled guns
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| I’ve smuggled diamonds and pearls
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| But I’ve never been entrusted
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| With the life of a girl
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| I must ride beside her to the Fireflies
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| Mind’s in a whirl
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| They might as well reside
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| The other side of the world
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| THE LAST OF US
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| It’s a new definition
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| Of the term «urban jungle»
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| THE LAST OF US
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| Shit hasn’t gone viral
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| Its gone fungal
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| Infected detected
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| Tote the pistol, load clips
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| These filthy clothes show
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| That it’s a twisted road trip
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| I’m ragged and smelly
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| Might as well act like a scally
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| And smack a chap’s scalp in
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| With a bat in an alley
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| How many’s that we’ve capped then
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| Captain O’Malley
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| It’d take an honor student graduate
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| Of math for the tally
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| In the past me and Ellie
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| For having massacred many
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| Would have made a prime time
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| Newscast on the telly
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| You bastards are jelly
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| You’re just going to have to get ready
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| For us to blast brain matter
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| On the map like confetti
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| I school undead with tools
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| Combust them up efficiently
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| Like fuel unleaded
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| Leave the fools unheaded
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| And if they’re dumb enough
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| To come up wrangling with me
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| Then I leave cadavers mangled
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| As they dangle from a tree
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| And on a planet this unglamorously bleak
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| You should probably be thankful to be free
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| THE LAST OF US
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| It’s a new definition
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| Of the term «urban jungle»
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| THE LAST OF US
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| Shit hasn’t gone viral
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| Its gone fungal |