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We're gonna crash and burn Don't deny it In the peak Of the storm We did board as one Through the awning In the bleach Of the cold Let's go down so we can hear what glory say So we can work it out Let's go down so we can hear what glory say So we can work it out Cause those bitter skies are made to turn us round Please don't touch us down Don't let the wheels come under Cause I can't let you out We don't need to die Unless you want it But our wings Are torn We dont need to climb through the jury Of the touch and go Cause those bitter skies are made to turn us round Please don't touch us down Don't let the wheels come under Cause I can't let you out There's a ripple in the cold black cloud So that we can work it out And climb away So we can work it out And climb away So we can work it out