The sky is crashing down
I got a bunker underground
I doubt the words I say
I can twist them any way
Tightrope and fences
Trying hard to keep my balance
The crooked can't walk straight (the latest breaking news goes around and around)
While the willing bow to fate (all these rumors got me turning inside out and upside down)
It's getting crowded
I need silence
No more hesitating
My tired senses
Need reinforcements
I'm all alone and waiting
The sky is crashing down
Got no bunker underground
It's a tailor-made invasion (the latest breaking news goes around and around)
Have to fit the next sensation (all these rumors got me turning inside out and upside down)
It's getting crowded
I need silence
No more hesitating
My tired senses
Need reinforcements
I'm all alone and waiting
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