When Adam's plane went down in Rome
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I thought I was the last to see him
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Standing all alone on the sidewalk
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Maybe I was too young to know
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Maybe I saw a bit of me in him
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And in the strange wind whipping all around us
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We began ordinary citizens
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Washed up and so what?
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Born late
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Too late
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God, it seems we've been stumbling a bit
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When Adam's plane went down in France
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I just covered up his body
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I'll admit I didn't know what I was doing
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Maybe I should have looked ahead
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Or lived only for the moment
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With a bit of red wine,
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He stumbled in to meet me
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Who am I to complain?
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Washed up and so what?
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Born late
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Too late
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God, it seems we've been stumbling a bit
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But Adam says, "I'm fine."
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When Adam's plane went down in Oklahoma
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I had nearly forgotten all about him
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There was no blood
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He had no holes cut through him
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Still I looked away
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Let me try to explain
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He's still alive and he's haunting me
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We may end caged animals
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God, it seems we've been stumbling a bit
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But Adam says, "I'm fine."
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In a way, we looked over our shoulders
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In a way, made it hard for ourselves
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In the sky is a bird that considers
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Where to fly and nobody else
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In a way, we were old to begin with
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In a way, made it hard for ourselves
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In the sky is a bird that considers
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Where to fly and nobody else
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Adam's Plane
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