| Seven thirty a. |
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| Nurse the baby on the couch
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| Then the phone rings
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| Turn on the TV
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| Watch the world explode in flames
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| And don’t leave the house
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| And the sky overhead
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| Is silent, waiting
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| Clear blue holds its breath
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| And the heart is hit
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| In a city far away
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| But it feels so close
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| (I'm standing here on a one way road and I fall down, and I fall down)
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| Don’t breathe, the air today
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| (No other direction for this to go and we fall down, and we fall down)
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| Don’t speak, of why you’re afraid
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| Why can’t I get along?
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| Why can’t I get along?
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| Why can’t I get along with you?
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| And the president hides
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| While working men rush in
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| And give their lives
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| I look to the sky
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| And ask it not to rain
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| On my family tonight
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| (I'm standing here on a one way road and I fall down, and I fall down)
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| Don’t breathe, the air today
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| (No other direction for this to go and we fall down, and we fall down)
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| Don’t speak, of why you’re afraid
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| Why can’t I get along?
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| Why can’t I get along?
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| Why can’t I get along with you?
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| (I'm standing here on a one way road and I fall down, and I fall down)
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| Don’t breathe, the air today
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| (No other direction for this to go and we fall down, and we fall down)
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| Don’t speak, of why you’re afraid
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| Why can’t I get along?
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| Why can’t I get along?
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| Why can’t I get along with you? |