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Black Friday.


Young girls and boys with black bands on their arms The rebel has awaken, violence is the weapon Civilians please make your way home blood thirsty revolution is out in the open Security forces, controlling measures One makes a mistake, charges to dominate Black Friday pounds upon him now, They grab him together and rip open his jaws Drops of first blood are scattered in the air They open their mouth and taste the fear Everyone in utter emotion, their eyes tell it all Hands over mouth, kills the fear, its already begun Its Black Friday, can you stop them now? Its Black Friday, can you stop us now?
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