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the planes fly over head
they wait for the mission
it's not from god
it's from their leader
agony on their face
no time for sympathy
this is the time
this is the place
delta one to control i hear you breathing
delta one to control i hear your mind
delta one to control i hear you breathing
delta one to control i hear your mind
wrapped up in time
the target's within range
on the trigger
the screams from below
are audible
no compassion here
it won't be felt
by anyone
someone must loose
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