| Wake up, love, there’s eerie sounds
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| Something from the sky is coming down
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| And now the panic has begun
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| As everything becomes undone
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| But there is nowhere
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| No, there is nowhere to run
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| I don’t know if we’ll be okay
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| No measure
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| Having a gun or a hand grenade
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| Won’t matter
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| If it’s drones you’re dead
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| Is what we are
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| Having a laugh at the fairground
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| When you felt the earth shake all around
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| And it’s a violent world to see
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| And a recycling of history
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| Where there is no room
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| No, there is no room to breathe
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| I don’t know if we’ll be okay
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| No measure
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| Having a gun or a hand grenade
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| Won’t matter
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| If it’s drones you’re dead
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| Is what we are
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| Turning left, turning right
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| Now the other way
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| Trying to find a way to break through
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| When all is lost I hope you know
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| If you were gone I’d miss you
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| I don’t know if we’ll be okay
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| Is it a home or is it a grave
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| I don’t know if we’ll be okay
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| Having a gun or a hand grenade
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| Won’t matter
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| If it’s drones you’re dead
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| If it’s drones you’re dead |