| The last time-bomb
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| Set for any moment now
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| You’ve known all along
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| Not when or why but what’s to
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| Come and hold you why as tightly
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| Ready yellow white and lightly
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| Grip the handle not so shyly
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| We’d just still be here or somewhere else
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| A slow drip sound
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| Stench of burning coffee throws off the feeling
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| Your beating brow
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| How determined you were though now hope is over
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| And how I can hear you
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| Time is almost up for us to
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| I wish, oh, I wish I could undo
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| Count down starting when we first met
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| Oh, oh, but there’s fire in your eyes, oh-ay
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| (Fire in your eyes!)
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| Oh, oh, there’s sun on the writing
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| Smog settling, maybe the world didn’t end after all
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| Still in front of me is you!
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| Took our dreams and twisted slightly
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| Tend the daughter holding tightly
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| Could be the last two surviving
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| Even so we better try to be adults
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| Oh, oh, there’s fire in your eyes, oh-ay
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| (Fire in your eyes!)
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| Oh, oh, there’s sun on the writing
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| Oh, oh, there’s sun on the writing
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| I know more (?) you (?)
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| I belong to you
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| I don’t (?)
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| I belong to you |