| We’ll make it out alive
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| Lord hear our prayer across the air
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| The captain’s screaming, “Mayday!”
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| Is God’s intent final decent or just a test of our faith?
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| This oxygen is wearing thin, the ground is fast approaching
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| Our fears intact upon impact, so brothers here’s to hoping
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| If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell
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| We’ll find a way out, we’ll find a way out
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| Left behind by God or the devil himself
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| To find a way, find a way, to make it out alive
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| The sight at hand, gruesome and grand, cannot be rectified
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| Searching for signs of life in wreckage we can’t recognize
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| We cry out for those who can’t be saved
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| One foot on sacred ground and one foot in the grave
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| If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell
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| We’ll find a way out, we’ll find a way out
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| Left behind by God or the devil himself
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| To find a way, find a way, to make it out alive
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| Steady we climb, ready to die
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| To look salvation in the eye
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| If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell
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| We’ll find a way, find away, to make it out alive
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| Sixteen souls left in the cold, to be alive is a miracle
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| It all comes down to flesh and bone
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| It’s hard to swallow the unthinkable
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| The final course we won’t concede
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| Desperate times call for desperate deeds
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| Forgiven in our time of need
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| Desperate times call for desperate deeds
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| The final course we won’t concede
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| Desperate times call for desperate deeds
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| Forgiven in our time of need
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| Desperate times call for desperate deeds
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| Crawl out, in spite of this hell
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| We’ll find a way out, we’ll find a way out
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| Left behind by God or the devil himself
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| To find a way, find a way, to make it out
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| Steady we climb
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| Ready to die, to look salvation in the eye
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| If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell
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| We’ll find a way, find away, to make it out alive
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| We’ll make it out alive
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| We’ll make it out alive |