| I’m breathing a broken windscreen
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| My face is glistening from broken glass
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| His dimply face is missing
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| Wonder why my mouth’s so dry
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| I see a man that’s crying
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| I’m cold but probably I’m dying
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| I’m bleeding but
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| Thinking of an apple pie
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| I see a man that’s crying
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| I’m cold and probably I’m dying
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| My hair’s a mess
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| And I’m wondering if it’s nice to die
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| Burning of flesh smells funny
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| The radio’s playing
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| «Crash, Boom, Bang»
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| Like breathing under water
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| I feel relaxed, comfortably numb
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| I see my mother smiling
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| I’m cold and numb, but my body’s flying
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| The lights are flashing
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| Will Trudi wear a suit and tie?
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| I see a crew that’s trying
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| I’m warming up, but the crew is crying
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| Is this the end?
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| Is there a pie in the sky
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| When I die?
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| I see a man that’s crying
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| I’m cold and probably I’m dying
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| I’m bleeding but
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| Thinking about apple pie
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| I see a man that’s crying
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| I’m cold and probably I’m trying
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| My hair’s a mess
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| And I’m wondering if it’s nice to die
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| I see my mother smiling
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| I’m cold and my body’s flying
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| The lights are flashing
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| Will Trudi wear a suit and tie?
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| I see a crew that’s trying
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| I’m warming up, but the crew is crying
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| Is this the end?
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| Is there a pie in the sky
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| When I die?
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| When I die? |