| As the they stand in ruins of cities
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| The children play in ashes
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| Knee deep
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| In our neglect
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| Our bags in overhead compartments
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| So secure
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| We walk with the world underneath our feet
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| Inside these cocoons made of band-aids and foam
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| To stop the noises from bleeding in
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| We like our music loud and different to alienate the masses
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| Run into the nightmare of self absorption
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| We are what it takes to survive
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| Into the night we fall as pilots in paper planes
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| We race against this coming rain
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| Out running this chance
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| To prove that we are alive and we’re here to stay
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| We let this go
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| Our only chance to say
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| Our lives meant something more
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| The air our fists are beating
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| Inside our hearts are bleeding
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| We race to the end
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| Tonight we’re dancing on the edge of reason
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| Pushing envelopes
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| As if the postman could be tried for treason
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| Our canopy’s covered in graffiti
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| With no parachute we’ll crash and burn
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| Baby burn
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| Without your calming fire we’ll burn
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| Brilliantly without a cause… |