| Oh, my god
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| It’s been so long
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| I’m a passenger, satellite
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| Still hanging on
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| Man am I terrified
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| At least I can say that I tried
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| Man am I burning alive
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| What have I become
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| Sadness don’t own me for long
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| All that time, over too soon
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| And there’s panic rising up, spilling out
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| Eclipsing the moon
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| Deep, deep, down
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| Getting back up
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| Check your jacket pocket
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| Check your jeans
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| But it’s not enough
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| Man am I terrified
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| (take it all away)
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| 'least I can say that I tried
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| (when I’m still the same)
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| Man am I burning alive
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| What have I become
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| Oh sadness don’t own me for long
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| (Own me for long)
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| What have I become
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| Oh sadness don’t own me for long
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| (Own me for long) |