| Wet ground and the snow is still not falling
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| Circumstances are alarming, darling
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| The future is just a word, that’s how I recall it
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| The past is much more present in our yawning
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| But I heard you right
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| Something was lost from the start
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| Oh babe, what should we do? |
| What should we say?
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| Should we give it away?
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| The future looked so bright then
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| What happened tonight?
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| Now aeroplanes are crashing
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| Who turned out the light?
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| Seemingly it seems to me I’m subject to a joke
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| And it’s not a test, it’s not a test
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| Wet ground and the stars are still out shining
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| Neon lights were never oh, so blinding
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| Prosecute the ones who stand accused
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| And let the others go and leave them dying
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| I heard you right
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| Everything was here before
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| We shouldn’t add or put away a thing
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| Let nobody win
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| The future looked so bright then
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| What happened tonight?
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| Now aeroplanes are crashing
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| Who turned out the light?
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| Seemingly it seems to me, I’m subject to a joke
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| It’s not a sin, it’s not a sin |