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Oh my God, it's been so long |
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I'm a passenger, a satellite |
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Still hanging on |
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Man, am I terrified |
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At least, I can say that I tried |
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Man, am I burning alive |
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What have I become? |
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Sadness don't own me for long |
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All that time, over too soon |
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And there's panic rising up, spilling out |
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Eclipsing the moon |
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Deep, deep down, building back up |
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Check your jacket pocket, check your jeans |
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But it's not enough |
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Man, am I terrified |
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(Take it all away) |
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At least I can say that I tried |
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(But it's still the same, oh) |
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Man, am I burning alive |
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What have I become? |
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Sadness don't own me for long |
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Own me for long |
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What have I become? |
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Oh sadness don't own me for long |
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Own me for long |
