| Well they locked me up and they threw me away
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| And the one comfort I would let myself take was that someday
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| I’d get out, and I would make it home to you
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| So when the guards spoke up saying on the PA
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| We had an hour, or less til we’re all blown away
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| I took the first chance that I got and headed for the parking lot
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| Cause if I only got to see you for a minute or two
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| Well it would all be worth my time
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| Nothing mattered more, 2, 3, 4 wouldn’t have crossed my mind
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| Oh shit, I think we’d better check the time
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| Pedal on the floor, a single thought in my head:
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| With the a-bombs a-falling it’s all good in the end
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| Just to hold you, if only for a minute or two
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| So with a quarter tank of gas, and just a second to spare
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| I swear to god the clock stopped, our gaze hung in the air
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| And I will hold you, even as the world blows up
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| Now I only get to see you for a minute or two
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| But yeah it’s all been worth my time
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| Nothing matters more, 2, 3, 4
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| Everything feels just fine
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| As the sky fell down, the voice inside of my head
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| Should’ve said «run, run away,»
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| But at The End it kept quiet, fucking quiet at last
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| So in the background it’ll stay
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| Cause I only got to see you for a minute or two
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| But damn, it all was worth my time
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| Nothing mattered more, 2, 3, 4 wouldn’t have crossed my mind
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| Oh shit, I think we just ran out of time |