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Seconds away

The first shot is about to be fired
As the tank comes over the front,
The road is mined and wired,
They’ll die who bear the brunt.
Your hand tightens on the trigger
As the tank gets bigger and bigger.
If you want to pray, you have to pray, ‘cos you’re

(Chorus)
Seconds away, a second away, seconds away...

Seconds away from your last breath,
Sinking fast below the sea,
Seconds away from your own death,
Seconds away from eternity,
Your last breath floats away
To the surface far away,

If you want to pray, you have to pray, ‘cos you’re

(Chorus)
Seconds away, a second away, seconds away...

You’re moving in for the first kiss,
Your lover’s eyes excited glow,
There’s nothing here but this,
There’s nothing more to know.
You’re in the last stage of the game
And nothing will be the same,

If you want to pray, you have to pray, ‘cos you’re

(Chorus)
Seconds away, a second away, seconds away...
A second away from heaven or hell.
A second away from... a second away from...
Just a second away... just a second away...
A second away... a second away...

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