¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Verse: BmDA I'm waking up to ash and dust EBm I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust DAE I'm breathing in the chemicals BmDAE I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus BmDA This is it, the apocalypse A Whoa
Chorus: EBmD I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones AE Enough to make my systems grow BmD Welcome to the new age, to the new age AE Welcome to the new age, to the new age BmDAE Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive BmDAE Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Verse: BmDA I raise my flags, don my clothes EBm It's a revolution, I suppose DA We're painted red to fit right in A Whoa BmDAE I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus BmDA This is it, the apocalypse A Whoa
Chorus: EBmD I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones AE Enough to make my systems grow BmD Welcome to the new age, to the new age AE Welcome to the new age, to the new age BmDAE Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive BmDAE Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Bridge: BmDAE All systems go, sun hasn't died BmDAE Deep in my bones, straight from inside
Chorus: EBmD I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones AE Enough to make my systems grow BmD Welcome to the new age, to the new age AE Welcome to the new age, to the new age BmDAE Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive BmDAE Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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