Little Lives Lyrics

"Wear a coat or you catch your death"
Just a vest and I still draw breath
So far...
Making toast and a bit gets trapped
I poke around and I ain't been zapped
So far...

The cities that you trust
Will crumble into dust

But here we stand
A third the way along our little lives
Hand in hand
A third the way along our little lives

If a wheel falls off of a plane
They must have all just have missed my brain So far...
If a manhole is left open
I've taken care not to tumble in
So far...

The people that you know
Will soon be ash and bone

But here we stand
A third the way along our little lives
Hand in hand
A third the way along our little lives
Healthy and
A third the way long our little lives
...a third the way along our little lives

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