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You made a mountain,
Out of this molehill...
So don't be surprised,
When the desert is dry.
So chicken little when the world comes falling down,
Who's going to put those stars back in your sky?
Yeah, chicken little when the sky comes falling down on you,
Who's going to be there? 'Cause I won't be there...
You wear your blinders,
With such conviction...
I wait for the day,
When you can finally see the light...
Oh, but you'll never see...
So chicken little when the world comes falling down,
Who's going to put those stars back in your eyes?
Yeah, chicken little when the sky comes falling down on you,
Who's going to be there? 'Cause I won't be there...
When the world comes...
When the world comes down...
Where will you be?
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