| The crutch that I hold,
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| As brittle as old bone.
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| Gonna hail their omery stones,
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| 'Cause hell I don’t, hell I don’t,
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| Hell I don’t feel anything.
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| Ooh the words you wrote are the ones I spoke.
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| So now I feel like I’m not alone.
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| And now the sky is falling.
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| And now the sky is falling.
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| And now the sky is falling.
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| I’ve got marble eyes in my head.
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| The fire’s flames are red,
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| A bullet explodes instead.
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| 'Cause hell I don’t, hell I don’t,
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| Hell I don’t feel anything…
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| Ooh and the words you wrote are the ones I spoke.
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| So now I feel like I’m not alone.
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| And now the sky is falling.
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| And now the sky is falling.
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| And now the sky is falling.
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| Ahh…
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| And now the sky is falling
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| (And now the sky is falling)
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| And now the sky is falling
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| (And now the sky is falling)
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| And now the sky is falling
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| (And now the sky is falling)
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| Ahh… |