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On the window ledge |
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I don't feel safe |
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Stay looking down on you |
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It's out of my hands for now |
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It's out of my hands for now |
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I can't just walk away |
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It'd be nice to walk away |
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But I don't feel safe |
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Get away, all the way up here |
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It's out of my hands for now |
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It's out of my hands for now |
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Oh, it is down from here |
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Down from here |
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I start to feel insane, betrayed |
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Out on my window ledge |
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And now our finest hour arrives |
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See the pig dressed in his finest fine |
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And all the believers stand behind him and smile |
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As the day lights up with fire |
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Let me in, let me in |
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I start to feel like I'm crazy, betrayed |
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Out on my window ledge |
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And now our finest hour arrives |
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See the pig dressed in his finest fine |
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And all the believers stand behind him and smile |
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Watch the day lights up in fire |
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Lookin' down from here |
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It's out of my hands for now |
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On my window ledge |
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It's out of my hands for now |
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So let me in |
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Let me in |