| We are drifting, untethered, spinning
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| And they don’t know how to
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| Stop the twisting but you
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| You will know what to do
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| Did you wonder so innocently
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| Why is this happening? |
| Who will save me?
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| You heard the rustling of a million hands
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| To a silent prayer
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| Did you cling so desperately
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| To the hem of your parents dress
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| As you saw the brightest light
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| In the distance shimmering?
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| We are drifting, untethered, spinning
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| And they don’t know how to
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| Stop the twisting but you
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| You will know what to do
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| It comes on so strong
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| And you hold out your hands
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| It breaks all your bones
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| But it’s time to take a stand, enough, enough
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| We are drifting, untethered, spinning
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| And they don’t know how to
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| Stop the twisting but you
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| You will know what to do |