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It's getting kinda dark here |
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Wors inside your head |
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The asphalt's getting colder |
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The sky is turning red |
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But baby just lay still now |
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We'll think of something to do |
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I'm holding onto nothing |
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I'm holding onto you |
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And we will run through the streets |
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While last century's buildings collapse all around us in fire |
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And we will hide under cars while militia roll over us |
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We're gonna live in the stars |
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Oh yeah |
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We're gonna live in the stars |
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There's kids in the street now |
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Playing shape of things to come |
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The bankers and the robbers |
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The robbers and their guns |
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And in this time of darkness |
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Well nobody's blaming you |
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You were a big shot tycoon, man |
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Just doing what you got to do |
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And we will run through the streets |
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While last century's buildings collapse all around us in fire |
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And we will hide under cars while militia roll over us |
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We're gonna live in the stars |
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Oh yeah |
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We're gonna live in the stars |
