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minutes til midnight - a cold-blooded calculation كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
tell me its not fate
the notions counterfeit
spare me your condemnation, in light of might have beens
we are all the same
is there a correlation, incited violence
while it falls apart

[chorus]
i got this feeling, premonition got me holding on
i got this feeling double dealing caught you stealing
got me dreaming of the stars
i hold it tight ’til it falls apart
i got this feeling
i got this feeling

[verse 2]
tell me its not fake
the notion that we’re safe
cold blooded calculation, ignite adrenaline
its just a game
thanks for my motivation, fight is tireless
it falls apart

[break]

[outro]
i’m getting out
i’m getting out
i’m getting out
i’m getting out

- minutes til midnight

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