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The world is coming to an end, Run,
bring an umbrella, a camera and hide under the sun,
bring all your friends because the night is still young,
a day just gone in a flash, but I’m still young,
fresh like an vegetable sprinkle with water,
now I’m feeling better than better,
still feeling great like Alexander,
McQueen, call me the King,
Kong, call me at Hong Kong,
chillin by the steps like I’m King Kong,

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