| On the first day the writers claimed
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| There’s nothing here that can’t be explained
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| On the second day the rumours fly
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| People talk about an unprecedented lie
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| On the third day, well, where do I start
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| The sorrow, the breaking of the human heart
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| I just wanna scream out her name
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| There’s a place we just cannot reach
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| There’s a light we just cannot see
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| There’s a hope that won’t give out
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| It should be all we talk about
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| There’s a soul reaching out in fear
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| No reply in the time were here
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| We won’t forget those faces
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| We fall to pieces
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| On the fourth day the pressure will blow
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| The world is some place that we used to know
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| On the fifth day no direction home
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| Empty sky, hollow earth, all is gone
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| I just wanna scream out her name
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| There’s a soul reaching out in fear
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| No reply in the time were here
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| We won’t forget those faces
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| We fall to pieces
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| On the second day the rumours fly
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| People talk about an unprecedented lie
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| There’s a soul reaching out in fear
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| No reply in the time were here
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| We won’t forget those faces
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| We fall to pieces |