| We’re lying by the orange sky
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| Two million miles across the land
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| Scattered to the highest high
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| Expect they’ll either laugh or cry
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| No sex, no consequence, no sympathy
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| You’re good enough to heat
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| Two minute warning two minutes later
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| When time has come my days are numbered
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| Two minute warning two minutes later
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| When time has come my days are numbered
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| The dawning of another year
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| Marks time for those who understand
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| One in four still here
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| While you and I go hand in hand
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| No radio, no sound, no sin, no sanctuary
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| So welcome to your last
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| Two minute warning two minutes later
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| When time has come my days are numbered
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| Two minute warning
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| The sun, the solitude, the cemetery
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| So welcome to your last
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| Two minute warning two minutes later
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| When time has come my days are numbered
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| Two minute warning two minutes later
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| When time has come my days are numbered
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| Two minute warning two minutes later
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| When time has come my days are numbered |