The Gingerdead Men - P-80 | Текст песни

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if i stop, the whole world stops
if i wait, the whole world dies

shut my eyes and take me away
my throat is cracked from having nothing to say
could be an omen, might be nothing at all
raising our voices in a beckoning call

tell me how this
shooting star is
something more than
it appears
tell me how this
shooting star is
something we can't
sink our faith in

now it is streaking across the sky
shedding it's outer skin as it flies
strange reports all over the globe
coincidence or else something foreshadowed

tell me how this
shooting star is
something more than
it appears
tell me how this
shooting star is
something we can't
sink our faith in

pray we don't figure it out
pray we don't realize
the end is near
we just watched it roll on in

let's be frank
it's quite a scene
see it once
then it’s gone

breaking up
bleeding out all sorts of disease
raining down
all manner of curses
toxic gas
burning out eyes and lungs
oh twinkle twinkle
little star!

pray we don't figure it out
pray we don't realize
the end is near
the end is near

who would have guessed
that the angel of death
would come like this?
would come like this
who would have guessed
this is how it ends?
we made the wrong wish
by wishing

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