| Streets are all empty
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| Shelves are all bare
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| And the world is holdin' its breath
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| Like it’s runnin' out of air
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| It’s the first in our lifetime
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| Might not be the last
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| But I remember when my grandmama told me once
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| She said, «This, too, shall pass»
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| I don’t know where we’re goin'
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| But if the goin' gets rough
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| We’ve got eachother
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| And, for now, that’s enough
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| I talk to my neighbor
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| But we don’t get too close
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| It’s the things we can’t see
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| That we now fear the most
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| I look out my window
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| I’ve got nothin' to do
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| Then, I suddenly see the sky shinin'
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| A brighter blue
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| I don’t know where we’re goin'
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| But if the goin' gets rough
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| We’ve got eachother
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| And, for now, that’s enough
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| Each day on the lockdown
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| Seems a little less strange
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| When it’s finally all over, I just wonder
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| How much this world will have changed
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| I don’t know where we’re goin'
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| But if the goin' gets rough
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| We’ve got eachother
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| And, for now, that’s enough
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| We’ve got eachother
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| And, for now, that’s enough |