you always let me down.
Oh yeah- it started today, in a cloud.
If I was the sun, I would shout:
"I've got so much shining left before I'm out."
Yeah, it began with a spark, then a flame. grew into a fire and spread out again
And I just woke up here surrounded by the whole thing
Well, we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it
I can't see a thing through the smoke, and if I could breathe
I'd try not to choke
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nowhere to go
Sometimes I get stuck, yeah I get so upset
I burn at the ends I learn to regret
Just one toss of that fateful cigarette
Well, we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
I think the end is near, I can feel it
We have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it.
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