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Mayday our sights are all wrong and I think we're going down Your coming in loud and clear about twenty feet from ground but it's to late to bail out softly now I can't believe this is happening to me now Maybe our sights we're all wrong but I know we're going down Let's burn these bridging together and enjoy disaster cause I think we're fallen apart let's burn these bridges and think of it after From Letras Mania