| When it starts to rain
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| I feel it creep into the cracked airplane
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| No passers by, we’re all inside it
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| Staring down the same great heights and
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| If you panic, I’ll have to panic
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| Make a mad dash for the exit
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| But if we’re calm and brave 'till dawn
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| We’ll wake up in our beds unharmed
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| I’m dead, you’re dead
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| Dream it 'till we’re back in bed
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| Safe and sound
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| I know, you know
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| We’re living on our tiptoes now
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| Face to face with all the people
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| I could avoid when all was equal
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| But in the rubble, there are no walls, no separation, crowd controls
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| Everything theory wove by reason
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| Gets pulled apart when stretched by feeling
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| And so we trace the darkest spots
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| The bare contours of virtue lost
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| I’m dead, you’re dead
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| Dream it 'till we’re back in bed
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| Safe and sound
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| I know, you know
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| We’re living on our tiptoes now
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| And I don’t know what fate is
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| It won’t shutter my eyes
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| We’ll wake up in a moment
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| Cradling our time
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| I’m dead, you’re dead
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| Dream it 'till we’re back in bed
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| Safe and sound
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| I know, you know
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| We’re living on our tiptoes now
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| I’m dead, you’re dead
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| Dream it 'till we’re back in bed
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| Safe and sound
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| I know, you know
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| We’re living on our tiptoes now |