| Oh this ain’t ready for the final song
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| It’s terrible, might let it go
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| So we panicked and we can’t move on
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| What a true symbol of life getting caught
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| So, we won’t be the last ones left
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| Though we’re right behind the others
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| No, nothing will stop us
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| No everything is far away
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| So they won’t ever come and find us
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| No, nothing will stop us
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| Nothing will stop us
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| Nothing will stop us
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| Nothing will stop us
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| No, nothing will stop us
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| Sitting in the dark in the hole we just dug
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| Making notes of how we lost our way
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| Terrified of loss, at high against the odds
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| Saying «nothing ever comes our way»
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| But stirring in your hearts
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| So strong that it could stop
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| Heading north across the frozen waste
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| Singing at the loss and it’s free from all the odds
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| Oh it certainly has come my way
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| Oh this ain’t ready for the final song
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| It’s terrible, might let it go
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| So we panicked and we can’t move on
|
| What a true symbol of life getting caught
|
| So, we won’t be the last ones left
|
| Though we’re right behind the others
|
| No, nothing will stop us
|
| No everything is far away
|
| So they won’t ever come and find us
|
| No, nothing will stop us
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| Nothing will stop us
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| Nothing will stop us
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| Nothing will stop us
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| No, nothing will stop us
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| Nothing will stop us
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| Nothing will stop us
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| Nothing will stop us
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| No, nothing will stop us |