| It’s coming down, it’s coming down, it’s coming down
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| These clouds could never hope to save us
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| From such a juggernaut of weight
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| We all dance a jingo cabaret
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| It’s coming down, it’s coming down
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| There’re shadows forming on the pavement
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| We face a watershed of hate;
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| We’re just miles apart but worlds away
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| We’re just miles apart but worlds away
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| The sky is falling
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| And no one will lift their eyes to see
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| The sky is falling
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| And no one will care as long as it lands overseas
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| It’s coming down, it’s coming down, it’s coming down
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| This roof could never hope to save me
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| And my family from certain death;
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| If we could leave we would have left
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| It’s coming down, it’s coming down
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| My little girl is just a baby,
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| And I’m scared that she won’t make her teens
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| But my fear just fuels the hate machine
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| My fear just fuels the hate machine
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| The sky is falling
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| And no one will lift their eyes to see
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| The sky is falling
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| And no one will care as long as it lands overseas
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| I want to be strong enough,
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| To not let my fears decide my fate
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| Surrounded by jingoists;
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| I don’t want any part of this
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| I want to be strong enough,
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| To not let my terror turn to hate
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| Surrounded by jingoists;
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| I don’t want any part of this
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| I want to be strong enough
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| To not let my fear decide my fate
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| Surrounded by jingoists;
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| I don’t want any part of this
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| I want to be strong enough,
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| To not let my terror turn to hate
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| Surrounded by jingoists;
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| I don’t want any part of this |