LYRIC

Oh, the rain drops will come
And bring clever schemes no man has ever known
Oh, the cities will fall
And never-ending wars will be won
When all the power is gone
The world will be left spinning on it's own
If we should call it our home
Then we can make or break it on our own

We're burning up in the sky
We dance around like little satellites
Sometimes I wonder where we are but
I'm still falling
I'm still falling down
Sometimes I look up at the stars
I wish that we were burning as bright as they are

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