| He plants his feet remaining still
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| A front-row seat to incomparable thrill
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| Reflecting on anything he had ever craved
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| The sunrise never seemed so sweet
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| Entranced by the final ocean breeze
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| As the world beneath him starts to shake
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| Run, run, run for the hills
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| Leave behind your dollar bills
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| The value of paper means nothing now
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| When everything around you is crumbling down
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| While finding shelter for the end
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| They begin reflecting on everything
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| I mean everything of the life they spent till then
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| She turns the page in frantic despair
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| While hoping that auspicious answers are there
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| She calls off the search, accepts her fate
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| Sits by the window, no will to escape
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| Stay right where you are
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| While death waits outside your door
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| The sirens are screaming, they’re letting you know
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| To sit back, relax, and enjoy the show
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| While finding shelter for the end
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| They begin reflecting on everything
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| I mean everything of the life they spent till then
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| As smoke and ash fall from the sky
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| So surreal, they hold onto anything
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| I mean anything
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| Hoping life won’t pass them by
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| Non-existing answers
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| We are now condemned, my friend
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| This is the end
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| This is the end
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| Stay, stay right where you are
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| While death waits outside your door
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| While finding shelter for the end
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| They begin reflecting on everything
|
| I mean everything of the life they spent till then
|
| As smoke and ash fall from the sky
|
| So surreal, they hold onto anything
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| I mean anything
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| Hoping life won’t pass them by |