| This is where we will live
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| This is where we will die
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| There’s no one to run to
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| And no place to hide
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| There’s nowhere to turn to
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| No worlds running wild
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| So what you gonna do when the world comes calling
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| What you gonna do when the world comes calling
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| This is where we exist
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| And this is where we will fight
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| There’s no one to save us
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| This flat earth we’ve made
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| We’re blind to the burden
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| Of taking our praise
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| So what you gonna do when the world comes calling
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| What you gonna do when the world comes calling
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| What you gonna do when they reach out for you
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| Tell me you don’t think about it
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| You never think about
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| What you gonna do when the world comes calling
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| Oh
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| And I still recall the answer
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| As it rains down from high
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| You say what you gonna do
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| What you gonna do, well
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| What you gonna do
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| What you gonna do, well
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| What you gonna do
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| What you gonna do, oh
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| Well, what you gonna do when the world comes calling
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| What you gonna do when the world comes calling
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| Well, what you gonna do when they reach out for you
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| Tell me you don’t think about it
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| You never think about
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| What you gonna do when the world comes calling
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| Oh, when it comes calling, yeah
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| What you gonna do when they reach out for you
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| Tell me you don’t think about it
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| You never think about
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| What you gonna do when the world comes calling |