| I spotted the glow over the mountain, tonight
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| My turn to turn in just when the weather’s getting nice
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| I predict: I die in a plane crash *explosion sound*
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| I see it now, I die in a car on tour
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| And there’s no one to stop this
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| Nobody to loosen death’s firm grip on me
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| Doo doo, doo doo, I die
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| It’s true
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| Doo doo, doo doo, I die
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| And so do you
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| My prophecy is almost complete
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| My finger’s on the pulse
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| But where’s the beat? |
| (Where's the beat?)
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| We don’t want to die in the ocean
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| (Drifting out to sea)
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| We don’t want to die in our sleep
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| (Sleeping bags)
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| Buckle up boys, we’re going for a little ride…
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| Death! |
| I just want one more breath!
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| Can you grant me one more please? |