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Turn the torchlight down |
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I'll be right behind your back |
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Better watch the stairs |
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Get the fireworks packed |
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Put the carton to the front |
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on our silent drive |
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So we counted five |
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different sounds that explode with essential overdrive |
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while we sat and smiled |
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looking up to observe how these rockets pulverized |
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And you know it's alright |
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'cause you can't get there otherwise |
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To go up with the lights |
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I did not even recognize |
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that it's our precious time we can spend as we like |
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and belong to, belong to a structure to memorize |
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And you know it's alright |
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but we're just out of time |
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Simply once in a while |
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grab the gear, we're going home |
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we're going home |
