well everybody i know
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has one good chance to die
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to be swallowed whole by the big blue empty sky
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feel the heavens stare
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with a cold hard look in it's eyes
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to hear the sound of something awful on the rise
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so pray for safe passage through the night
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you'll be humbled by sounds of daylight
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and this is an endless search
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to find how much is enough
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this could be so much worse
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but we sold our souls for gold
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you know that nobody in this room
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wants to hear you cry
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and if nobody goes for help
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baby you're gonna die
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it came and went so fast
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you'd almost thought you'd missed
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a chance to shake your head and say
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how did it come to this
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pray for safe passage through the night
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you'll be humbled by the sounds of daylight
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and this is an endless search
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to find how much is enough
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this could be so much worse
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but we sold our souls for gold
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we sold our souls
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we sold our souls
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Safe Passage
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| The Bronx |
