| When Adam’s plane went down in Rome
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| I thought I was the last to see him
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| Standing all alone on the sidewalk
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| Maybe I was too young to know
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| Maybe I saw a bit of me in him
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| And in the strange wind whipping all around us
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| We began ordinary citizens
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| Washed up and so what?
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| Born late
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| Too late
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| God, it seems we’ve been stumbling a bit
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| When Adam’s plane went down in France
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| I just covered up his body
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| I’ll admit I didn’t know what I was doing
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| Maybe I should have looked ahead
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| Or lived only for the moment
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| With a bit of red wine
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| He stumbled in to meet me
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| Who am I to complain?
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| Washed up and so what?
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| Born late
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| Too late
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| God, it seems we’ve been stumbling a bit
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| But Adam says, «I'm fine.»
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| When Adam’s plane went down in Oklahoma
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| I had nearly forgotten all about him
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| There was no blood
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| He had no holes cut through him
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| Still I looked away
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| Let me try to explain
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| He’s still alive and he’s haunting me
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| We may end caged animals
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| God, it seems we’ve been stumbling a bit
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| But Adam says, «I'm fine.»
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| In a way, we looked over our shoulders
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| In a way, made it hard for ourselves
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| In the sky is a bird that considers
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| Where to fly and nobody else
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| In a way, we were old to begin with
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| In a way, made it hard for ourselves
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| In the sky is a bird that considers
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| Where to fly and nobody else |