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 No where to run no where to hide no where 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 faithful 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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