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This can’t be happening

Shipwrecked and desperate

Feels like it’s out of our hands

Feel panic creeping in

Fear and adrenaline

This wasn’t part of the plan

This can’t be happening

Held captive by the wind

A million miles from anywhere

We try to pass the time

Occupy our minds

Study science from an easy chair

This angry wind is blowin'

Cuts just like a rusty blade

We’ve got no way of knowin'

How much more we can take

We walked on Madhouse Promenade

This can’t be happening

Won’t make it home again

We’ve got no chance of escape

We’re off the map again

Looks like we’ve reached the end

This be our final resting place

This angry wind is blowin'

Cuts just like a rusty blade

We’ve got no way of knowin'

How much more we can take

We walked on Madhouse Promenade

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