MP3: The Editors-The Racing Rats
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When the time comes But you're no longer there Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare
Words spill from my drunken mouth I just can't keep them all in I keep up with the racing rats And do my best to win
Slow down little one
You can't keep running away You mustn't go outside yet It's not your time to play
Standing at the edge of your town With the skylight in your eyes Reaching out to gods The sun says its goodbyes
If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave In the surface of the earth?
Let's pretend we never met Let's pretend we're on our own We'll live different lives Until our cover's blown
I push my hands up to the sky Shade my eyes from the sun As the dust settles around me Suddenly night time has begun
If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave In the surface of the earth The surface of the earth?
Come on, now, you knew you were lost But you carried on anyway Oh, come on, now, you knew you had no time But you let the day drift away
If a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it leave?
And if a plane were to fall from the sky How big a hole would it make In the surface of the earth The surface of the earth The surface of the earth?
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