| Radar’s on, cruising low altitude
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| Just a few more miles, till I elude
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| Enemy planes coming from foreign skies
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| With orders to demoralize
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| Holding hands in the underground
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| Everything’s here right here
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| Everything’s here right now
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| All that is, is what is now
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| Who am I without your photograph?
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| The wind blows through, this loveless craft
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| Dodging the ghosts, haunting these vacant skies
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| I’ve been out here so far
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| I’ve been out here so long, demoralized
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| Holding hands in, the underground
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| The walls above us are coming down
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| (Everything) here right here
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| Everything’s here right now
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| All that is, is what is now
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| Here right here
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| Everything’s here right now
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| All that is, is what is now
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| We could take over
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| Here right here
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| Everything’s here right now
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| All that is is what is now… everything |