Come outdoors, youll soon be trashed and Swept away. The thought in your heart It makes you so afraid youll Never come outside again This is a song that I wrote for you But you will never receive it You always carefully lock your doors Detest all kinds of whatever. May I persuade You to go on holding on to this song? National Geographics Dangerzone isnt much Of a help. It leaves you pegged down to your Seat at home. All alone Analyse the papers and youll conclude that Its very dangerous to go outside nowadays There is a chance that a plain falls down Right on top of your headwhile you least Expect it to so. But get a grip on your own Life and look way beyond You sit hours on your own What does it take to get you out of there?
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