| Chitter chatter in the mornin'
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| Static in the afternoon
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| The radio is on and hummin'
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| An apocalyptic tune
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| I can see the fires burning
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| Over off the western slope
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| At least somebody’s out there trying
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| Squawking on a megaphone
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| And if you want to save yourself
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| If you want to save yourself
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| If you want to save yourself
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| Save somebody, save somebody else
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| The masquerade is finally over
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| Now you’re down to one last chance
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| What’s the use in taking cover?
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| Grab a hand for one last dance, a hand for one last dance
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| And if you want to save yourself
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| If you want to save yourself
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| If you want to save yourself
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| Save somebody, save somebody else
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| Stars, they shine on their own
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| Stars, they shine even when they’re gone
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| And if you want to save yourself
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| If you want to save yourself
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| If you want to save yourself
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| Save somebody, save somebody else
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| And if you want to save yourself
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| If you want to save yourself
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| If you want to save yourself
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| Save somebody, save somebody else |