| Heavy like a cannonball
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| Ticking to the other side
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| Maybe it’s a curtain call
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| Or simply just the end of life
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| Til' we come to lose control
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| When everything is going wrong
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| If you’re married to the microphone
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| Then tell me what you’re steppin' on
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| We’ll find our power again
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| And if there’s a way to see the light again
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| Out of place, further behind
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| Hiding out while the storm is growing
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| We’re out somewhere far passing by like a satellite
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| Side by side, until the end
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| But for now, we’re still alive
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| Creepin' superstitions come
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| Closer like a beatin' drum
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| Listen to the nervous call
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| Tell us what we’re runnin' from
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| People try to get their kicks
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| Leap into the drowning falls
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| It’s gonna tear the world apart
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| Leanin' on an atom bomb
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| We’ll find our power again
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| And if there’s a way to see the light again
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| Out of place, further behind
|
| Hiding out while the storm is growing
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| We’re out somewhere far passing by like a satellite
|
| Side by side, until the end
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| But for now, we’re still alive
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| Come on, reach higher
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| We’ve got to aspire
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| Hey love, go higher
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| Before we expire
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| Come on, reach higher
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| We’ve got to inspire
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| Hey love, go higher
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| Before we expire |