Half Alive - Battlestar Galactica Song | Текст песни

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I finished watching Battlestar Galactica a little while ago so it was still fresh in my mind. Cylons are sad, we should pity them.

Your head's been heavy on your shoulders, since first learning you were a toaster. I guess for you bad news just pops up...
Your ex made of metal shot Adama, but you walked away and now your kid's mama, she ran when she saw your skinjob...
I guess that's ironic.

Lets leave love for the cylons, the ones who won't blow us up.
Leave love for the toasters 'cause what they want most are the group hugs with us
Leave love for the centurions and the final five and maybe, we'll all come out of this half alive.

Your head's been ringing with a song, the same one that Starbuck knew all along.
I'd say if you're not telepathic you're crazy.
You spent all your spare time building a viper but it was engulfed in a big ball of fire.
That's not ironic that's just sad...Sorry Chief.

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