| Out in the darkness there’s a man on his knees
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| quietly whispering please.
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| Always thought he’d get away with it all
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| no one saw him dropping the bomb.
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| Out of breath and on to the ground
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| no more words to be found.
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| The strings were always too tightly bound
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| and when they break they sound.
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| In the distance you can hear someone cry
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| quietly asking him why.
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| He’s in the river trying to get some air
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| swimming fast and going nowhere.
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| Out of breath and on to the ground
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| no more word to be found.
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| The strings were always too tightly bound
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| and when they break they make a sound.
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| So listen closely while I cry
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| out of time, out of time.
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| Out of breath and on to the ground
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| on to the ground, in to the ground.
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| Out of breath and on to the ground
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| no more words to be found.
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| The strings were always too tightly bound
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| and when they break they make a sound.
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| So listen closely while I cry
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| out of time, out of time.
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| Out of breath and on to the ground
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| on to the ground, in to the ground. |