| Our secrets, you hid so well
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| A time capsule the future will not find.
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| And in the belly of a catacomb, a fuselage the future will not hide
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| Swallowed by his pride.
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| It’s like a mobile phone that can’t phone home.
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| It’s an endless ringing, and it’s a silent drone.
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| It’s a passenger, a messenger
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| A hectic and hysterical inside
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| They throw away our nation’s pride
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| And caution to the wind
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| Like bank notes in the bin.
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| So make angels in the snow, love a little more
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| Live with no regrets, for everything you do
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| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home.
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| And everything you are, everything you were,
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| Everything you’ve been’s not everything you’ll be.
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| You tell me I’m a grain of sand in an hour glass
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| So throw me a land line, this is more like a land mine;
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| Just one crossed wire, you’ll blow the floor beneath our feet
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| And the houses of the million civilians
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| Pre-packed with indifference inside.
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| They throw away our nation’s pride
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| And caution to the wind
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| Like bank notes in the bin.
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| So make angels in the snow, love a little more
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| Live with no regrets, for everything you do
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| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home.
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| And everything you are, everything you were,
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| Everything you’ve been’s not everything you’ll be.
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| We’re really all the stars that burst in the universe
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| Of our alienation.
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| Well we’re such a long way from home.
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| Let’s dance in this universe unknown.
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| So make angels in the snow, love a little more
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| Live with no regrets, for everything you do
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| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home.
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| And everything you are, everything you were,
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| Everything you’ve been’s not everything you’ll be.
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| We’re really all the stars that burst in the universe
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| Of our alienation.
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| So make angels in the snow, love a little more
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| Live with no regrets, for everything you do
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| Because although the lights are on, there is no one home.
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| And everything you are, everything you were,
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| Everything you’ve been’s not everything you’ll be.
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| We’re really all the stars that burst in the universe
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| Of our alienation. |