| I’m in the rubble, in the dust, dust
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| Crash landed, broken through the crust, crushed
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| Way off the radar, I’m down down down
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| White knuckle ride left me hush, hush
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| Thought I was golden, had it sussed, sussed
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| Too much of me, not enough us
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| A fallen soldier, a man down down
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| I’m calling mission control, I’m sending out an SOS
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| I’m calling mission control, you know me better than I know myself, know myself
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| It’s time that I put out a mayday
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| I need some assistance, AA
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| Last time I looked, we’re on the runway
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| Then my world crashed down, cliché
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| No, I lost control on the way to the heights
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| Tell me, who turned out the lights, lights, lights
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| Yo, I should be celebrating, inside my head’s debating
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| To end it all now coz it’s overrated, and the chit-chat's gone quiet, devastated
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| Maybe I should love the life I once hated, one more chance, I can make it
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| Ship’s gone down, mission control, pick up the phone
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| I need to know, are you really out there?
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| Battery’s running low, this could be my very last call
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| I can hear you loud and clear, I can hear ya voice is calling me
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| Will ya take away the fear, the demons that are haunting me
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| Get me outta here, take take me outta here
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| Will ya, will ya — save my soul! |