| We joined our forces happily
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| With military symmetry
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| All was well, all was fine
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| Had no worries on our minds
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| Then the ground began to shake
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| Lost our balance, lost our faith
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| In the master plan we created
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| Now we hide away under ground
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| Make no sound 'till we feel better
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| Sitting tight, let the storm pass by
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| Take our time in our air raid shelter
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| Air raid shelter
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| Air raid shelter
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| Our silence speaks a thousand words
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| The more it lasts the more it hurts
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| Analyze and calculate
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| All the risks that we won’t take
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| Even though we barely breathe
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| We still want to believe
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| In the master plan we created
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| Now we hide away under ground
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| Make no sound 'till we feel better
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| Sitting tight, let the storm pass by
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| Take our time in our air raid shelter
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| Air raid shelter
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| Air raid shelter
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| Why can’t we spread out the maps of our hearts
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| And fill the gaps, go back to the start
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| Can’t we spread out
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| The maps of our hearts
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| The maps of our hearts
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| We hide away under ground
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| Make no sound 'till we feel better
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| Sitting tight, let the storm pass by
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| Take our time in our air raid shelter
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| Air raid shelter
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| Air raid shelter |