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Silver Delorean, dmc - 12. We are from the future
The blood is getting cold but we have to fight
Barely noticeable Lena in the dark blue sky
We strike for the two-headed one, raising our fist up
But we'll come all this way through the fog
How do we see the texture of cyberspace
We didn't have a single World Junior Championship medal
There's fire in your glasses, we love music
Evenly gray background in a faintly noticeable cell
Hold on hunter we're coming for you
We're all missing a little craziness
There is no need for war, we want to live