| Permission now to let this thing land
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| I’m too far gone to know where I am Conditions are worse than we planned
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| Permission now to let this thing land
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| Heading straight into the blackness
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| Beyond the point of ever turning back
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| Slipping off the radar through a hole in space
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| Goes the passenger sitting backwards
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| Adam took the apple, I was not involved
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| I’m not responsible for how lost we are
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| Batten down the hatches, extinction calls
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| But Adam took the apple, I was not involved
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| Heading straight into the blackness
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| Way beyond the point of ever turning back
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| Slipping off the radar through a hole in space
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| Goes the passenger sitting backwards
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| Maybe a rumble
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| Maybe nothing more
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| Maybe a thunder
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| There before she blows
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| Maybe not a big bang
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| But just a little white noise
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| Into the furnace of red twilight
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| Threading like a needles through searchlights
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| Fading further and spinning right
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| Into the furnace of red twilight
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| Heading straight into the blackness
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| Too far gone, now there’s no turning back
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| Slipping off the radar through a hole in space
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| Goes the passenger sitting backwards. |