| Twenty-one days alone
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| Without her he can’t go on
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| Turning off television, standing up, out the window — neon city glow
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| Leaning over balcony, dreaming of her love
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| Like a supernova
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| A welcomed coma, a blackout blow up
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| The world to hell
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| A decimated, obliterated, oblivion
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| Gone for good, farewell
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| When all is well
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| Dot to dot, oceans crossed
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| On a plane back home to her
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| Once sleeve up for the moment, head hung low
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| Eyes are rolling, somewhere in his skull
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| Kids are screaming, second row
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| Turbulence, oh well
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| Like a supernova
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| A welcomed coma, a blackout blow up
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| The world to hell
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| A decimated, obliterated, oblivion
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| Gone for good, farewell
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| When all is well
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| In each others arms
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| After far too long
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| All the world is gone
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| All forgotten, all for one on one
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| Like a supernova
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| A welcomed coma, a blackout blow up
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| The world to hell
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| A decimated, obliterated, oblivion
|
| Gone for good, farewell
|
| When all is well
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| Oh well, when all is well
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| Oh well, when all is well |