Walking trough that crowded street
That strange feeling… It used to be ours
The aliens are everywhere to met
They strange forms, way of act and colors
The smoke fills, there are fire on the wheels
Where is that place I used to know?
The memories of my past are now ashes
Looking around downtown is a shadow
Am I now a stranger in my own land?
That can not continue, we must fight back
We can not back up now, not a step back!
We need to drive then out while we can
Together we got to stand up like a man!
Wake up my friend lay me your hand
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