Where did all the people go? They got scared when the lights went low. I'll get you through it nice and slow, When the world's spinning out of control.
Funny when times get hard, At the last moment when you're supposed to charge, Always on the longest yard, Oh, they feel their feet getting cold.
Hiding here, hiding there, Find them underneath the stairs, People hiding everywhere, Trying to be still like a stone.
Hiding here, hiding there, Find them underneath the stairs, People hiding everywhere, Trying to be still like a stone.



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