| There’s a light overhead, overhead
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| In the sky overhead, overhead
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| And I’m with you now
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| In body in music and mind
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| And we’re silent and still
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| Everything’s so out of control tonight
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| In a plane that’s flying fast
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| At a speed that makes me cry
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| If you left me now
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| To trouble that won’t let me lie
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| I’m awake all the time
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| You know whwre I stand
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| Holding my plastic gun
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| Turn and run
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| You cold killers of innocence
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| Against us there’s no defence
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| Your flash and your wickedness
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| You can’t break out of
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| Tie my hands behind my back
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| Put a gag on top of my mouth
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| But I won’t give you up
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| Til silverware’s covered in dust
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| And my shoes fall apart
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| The tumbleweed runs over my desert heart
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| So turn and run
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| You cold killers of innocense
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| Against us there’s no defense
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| Your flash and your wickedness
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| Will surely bring you down again
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| Somehow we stay afloat
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| We won’t give in to the undertow
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| Somethings you will never know
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| But you can’t break out of
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| Coming down
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| But you can’t break out of
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| Slowing down
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| But you can’t break out of |