| Hope I can make it
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| Stop it and break it
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| The doors are all locked down
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| I’m flying on my feet
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| Gotta reach that corridor
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| Sirens are blaring
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| Screams from the starin'
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| As they watch him cry
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| He’s holding on as he’s ripped from the room
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| Engulfed in flames, but they’ll be out soon
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| Oh it’s such a shame, of all the things to go wrong while out in space
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| Fire, fire burns much brighter when oxygen is the supplier
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| Fire, fire is killing his desire to not be cold as he expires
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| Oh, burning in space
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| Oh, burning in space
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| I wake from a cold sweat
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| How could I forget
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| I’ve seen this all before
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| The red lights are spinning now
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| 'Round and 'round as I hit the ground
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| Warnings of pure dread
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| Heard on the overhead
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| In a monotonic tone
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| There are men and women trapped in that room
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| Flames scorching them, but they’ll be out soon
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| Oh it’s such a shame, of all the things to go wrong while out in space
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| Fire, fire burns much brighter when oxygen is the supplier
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| And fire, fire has killed their desire to not be cold as they expire
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| Oh, burning in space
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| Oh, burning in space
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| Fire, fire burns much brighter when oxygen is the supplier
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| And fire, fire has killed their desire to not be cold as they expire
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| Fire, fire (fire) |