The kids are insane
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Sick in the brain
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Licking the same wounds
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We sit with the same moon above us
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But we're different from the others
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'Cause we share the same pain
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It's mutual
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It's beautiful
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And all of our tears and all of our fears
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They all come in one form
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But yet we think we're from a different storm
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There ain't no question how
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We've got realize now that it's mutual
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It's beautiful
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So how long will we continue to ride this sunken ship
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Because I believe that we can find the surface
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Even though it seems like this airplane is going down
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Don't be afraid
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It'll all be ok
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You see they're plenty of parachutes to go around
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See for whatever it's worth
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I never left earth
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I choked on my own blood
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Alone with my own gun
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Surrounded by no one
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And now that I'm gone
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I still sing my song
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To try to keep the children
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Away from all the killing
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To show them a new mission
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Trying to keep some peace in their hearts
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Parachutes
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Trevor Hall |