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Is there anybody who's left here standing? |
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To hear the sound of a beating heart |
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Face down my eyes to the sand |
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The way we've learned it, the way we always have |
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Don't breathe, Their gaze is on you now |
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Don't speak, The words aren't coming out |
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Swing for the fences son |
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At least enjoy what little still may come |
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When far off in the distance they remain |
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If you're waiting for a moment, this is it |
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The world is waiting for you now |
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If you're there can you just say something |
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There's nothing here for you now |
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Best to find shelter underground |
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Shield your eyes from the coming storm |
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This place is a ticking time bomb |
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If we could only find the fuse |
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By the dying light of a setting sun |
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While looking down the barrel of a loaded gun |
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Don't breathe, Their gaze is on you now |
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Don't speak, The words aren't coming out |
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Swing for the fences son |
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At least enjoy what little still may come |
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When far off in the distance they remain |
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If you're waiting for a moment, this is it |
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The world is waiting for you now |
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If you're there can you just say something |
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There's nothing here for you now |
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Best to find shelter underground |
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Shield your eyes from the coming storm |
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There's no one left here, just us sinners |
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Against the grain we travel |
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Another step another mile |
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There's nothing left here for us sinners |
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Against the grain we travel |
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Another step another mile |
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Dont breath, don't speak |
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Swing for the fences son |
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At least enjoy what little still may come |
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Dont breath, don't speak |
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Swing for the fences son |
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At least enjoy what little still may come |
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When far out in the distance |
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The world is waiting |
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The world is waiting for |
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The world is waiting |
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The world is waiting for you now |
