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It's not the pain, that I'm used to it,
It's feeling like I'm already dead,
I see from a ceiling of misty spirit,
Rising from a place in my head.
And I never even get to go down,
Down in flames.
I said, friend you have a life to see,
Why do you want to scare me so?
All the suffering and mystery me,
I can't even pretend to know.
So you never even get to go down,
Down in flames,
You never even get to go down,
Down in flames.
We had plans to explore the stars,
Be rejected by stage door guards,
Mining for gold, the time unreels,
Not stifling behind Suburban wheels,
Not stifling behind Suburban wheels, yeah.
The plan was to burn up when the air was clear,
We'd all wear our visors down,
Not from a spark in the atmosphere,
Not this man-sized hole in the ground,
Now your father's face is frozen between anger and tears,
You're mother's hair's amazingly grey,
And I'm seeing these friends for the first time in years,
It's icicle reunion day.
And you never even got to go down,
Down in flames,
You never even got to go down,
Down in flames,
You never even got to go down,
Down in flames,
You never, ever, ever even got to go down,
Down in flames.
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