Oh yeah it started today in a cloud
If I was the sun I would shout
I've got so much shining left before i'm out
It began with a spark
Then a flame grew into a fire
It spread out again
And I just woke up here surrounded by the whole thing
Well we have gotta get out of here
In our darkest hour
Where we may not make it
I can't see a thing through the smoke
And if I could breath i'd try not to choke
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to go
Sometimes I get stuck
I get so upset
I burn at the ends
I learn to regret
Just one toss of that fateful cigarette
Well we have gotta get out of here
In our darkest hour
I think the end is near
I can feel it
We have gotta get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it
In our darkest hour
I think the end is near
I can feel it
We gotta get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it
In our darkest hour
In our darkest hour
In our darkest hour
Writer(s): Alexander Greenwald, Adam Schlessinger
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