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This story about a briefcase
A lunch
And a man on the edge
The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles
This car is an oven and baking is wild
Nothing is ever the way it should be
What we deserve, we don't get you see
A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
Each step gets closer to losing his head
Is someone in heaven, are they looking down?
Nothing is fair, you look around
Alright Milano!
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
He's sick of waiting of lying like this
There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss
Branded a leper because you don't fit
In the land of the free you just live by your wits
Once he built missiles, a nation's defence
Now he can't even give birthday presents
Across the city he leaves in his wake
A glimpse of the future, a cannibal state
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles
This car is an oven and baking is wild
Nothing is ever the way it should be
What we deserve we just don't get you see
A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
Each step gets closer to losing his head
Is someone in heaven, are they looking down?
Nothing is fair, you look around
Sing it with me!
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
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