| Is anybody out there
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| Who still gives a damn
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| Is there anybody out there
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| Or am I just talking to myself
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| You’re running with angels and the devil
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| 'Cos you’re running out of time
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| Now your only crime is living and being born
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| In troubled times
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| We only want piece of mind
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| But baby we’re living in troubled times
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| Not everyone will get out alive
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| Baby we’re in troubled times
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| I kinda get the feeling
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| That we’re lost without a plan
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| But it’s kinda hard to notice
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| When your head’s down six feet in the sand
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| They say that only darker times are coming
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| There’ll be justice from the skies
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| Now your only crime is living and being born
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| In troubled times
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| We only want piece of mind
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| But baby we’re living in troubled times
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| Not everyone will get out alive
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| Baby we’re in troubled times
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| We only want piece of mind
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| But baby we’re living in troubled times
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| Not everyone will get out alive
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| Baby we’re in troubled times
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| No there’s no piece of mind
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| We’re living in troubled times
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| Oh no, not everyone will get out alive
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| We only want piece of mind
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| But baby we’re living in troubled times
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| Not everyone will get out alive
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| Baby we’re in troubled times
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| We only want piece of mind
|
| But baby we’re living in troubled times
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| Not everyone will get out alive
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| Baby we’re in troubled times |