| Terrible things running around
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| Blessing so snowed, who knows
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| Riding a plane, fly through the sky
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| What if we don’t get there?
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| Down and down and down taking all us down
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| See the city lights tiny little eyes
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| Fire through the dark keep 'em open wide
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| Gotta fight the ice, suffocating
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| Chill between the space, body and the ground
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| Moving down and down make a landing
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| Pass underneath, float right above
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| Don’t know where I am, dove
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| Dove flap your wings, good omens I’m told
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| Long trip we have soldier
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| Droops like a seed, scene in the trench
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| Dregs of the dirt, wonder
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| Cut like a bird, cut in the sky
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| She was a widow, cry
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| Down and down and down taking all us down
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| See the city lights tiny little eyes
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| Fire through the dark keep 'em open wide
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| Gotta fight the ice, suffocating
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| Chill between the space, body and the ground
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| Moving down and down make a landing |