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Get out of there
With your veiny grip
Do your teeth cut you
When you close your lips
On a big jet plane all by yourself
Tell me how you sleep at night?
Up in the clouds like that looking in

Upstairs in the darkest hour, who will be your light?

When you finally go
Does it hurt your body, will you feel it slip?
Will you hear that bag as it drops and zips?
Are you by yourself, or is there something else?
And where can I see you again?

Outside where the wild things are, who will be your guide?

Dont act like you know
Just close your eyes and let it slide
You can hold my hand
And you can make a mess
And we'll clean it up
And it'll all be alright
I hear its beautiful there

And one day I hope and pray, I'll see you when I'm there