The player who's about to snipe you
Might be a long way away,
Or he might be just behind you
And just have seen his prey.
He might be on a zip-wire
Gliding through the air,
He might be high up in a tree
He could be anywhere.
And you might have full shield and health,
And you might be with your friends,
But you know unless you're number #1
A kill's how this game ends.
The thing is that he's seen you
And now he's taking aim,
And before you even know it
It's time to leave the game.
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