| Any minute this could blow, I lit the fuse too late
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| Any moment we could all go down and sail in flames
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| Are we sinking, are we under?
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| The silence right before the storm
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| Take a breath and take your cover
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| She’s coming back for more
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| I’ll say what I said before
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| Did it all fall in place just the way you planned?
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| Or did it all go to waste after I recovered?
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| Chasing the final storm, chasing the final storm
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| Placing the final score
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| Hear the violence in the rain
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| Is this our resting place
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| Hold your head low
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| She is coming down without her grace
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| She’s a natural in disaster
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| The silence after and before
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| We’re the ones she’s chasing after
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| She’s coming back for more
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| I’ll say what I said before
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| Did it all fall in place just the way you planned?
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| Or did it all go to waste after I recovered?
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| Chasing the final storm, chasing the final storm
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| Placing the final score, chasing the final storm
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| Her eyes hold the apocalypse
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| Her eyes hold the apocalypse
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| Her eyes hold the apocalypse
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| Her eyes hold the apocalypse |