Fallout!
dima

Fallout!

 2 Electronic 2026-06-12
#electronic

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Making money every day
Working at the factory
I'd be making so much more
If I was an industrial whore
Urban hell, my guilty pleasure
Dima's grace, a local treasure
I feel like a wanted man
With a bounty strapped to my back
I'll die near a dive bar
Stumbling on a boulevard
Murdered by a terrified
Patriot of their hometown
Highways full of souls
Traveling without a cause
I'll die near a dive bar
Regretting things I've never done
Fallout!
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I might've struck a nerve
Reject the money for the love
I'm a filthy pigeon, not a dove
In two decades, never saw enough
Skylines reflect in our eyes
We're not ready for our demise
Every day saying white lies
But I'm not that type of guy
Fallout — everything is gray
Everything's the same
Once in a while, a good day
A good day, a good day
No service
Cannot be niche
Not the place where I wanna live
Fallout!
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Release Date 2026-06-12

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Fallout!

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