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Our first and last remaining |
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Took off late Sunday night |
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And disappeared beyond the places |
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That city lights touch |
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And wherever you go |
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The earth just opens up |
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We'll never know if the situation |
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Makes sense at all |
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The black box has no explanation |
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There's nothing but white noise |
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And wherever you go |
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The earth just opens up |
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And wherever I go |
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The earth just opens up |
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You'll never win your argument |
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You'll never win your argument |
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With me |
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So all concerned were barely conscious |
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When lights came on |
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Did we land or were we shot down |
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Did Jesus or Judas turn up? |
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And wherever you go |
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The earth just opens up |
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And wherever I go |
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The earth just opens up |
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You'll never win your argument |
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You'll never win your argument |
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You'll never win your argument |
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You'll never win your argument |
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With me |
