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I've got a cupboard with cans of food, |
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filtered water, and pictures of you |
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and I'm not coming out until this is all over. |
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And I'm looking through the glass |
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Where the light bends at the cracks |
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And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs |
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Pretending the echoes belong to someone |
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Someone I used to know |
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And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go |
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ba ba ba ba |
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I wanted to walk through the empty streets |
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And feel something constant under my feet, |
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But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors |
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Because the air outside will make |
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Our cells divide at an alarming rate |
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Until our shells simply cannot hold |
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All our insides in, |
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And that's when we'll explode |
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(And it won't be a pretty sight) |
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And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go |
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ba ba ba ba |
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