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Run to the truck,
Jump in your gear,
Someone has run out of luck,
Someone in need; someone in fear.
Your job to save,
Your life you risk today,
The fire that will crave,
Anything in it’s way.
From it you must take,
The scared and weak,
That have life yet to make,
And a world yet to seek.
This is your job,
This is you,
God don’t let the fire rob,
From the world a hero; true.
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