Oh yeah it started today in a cloud
And if I were 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, then spread out again
And I just woke up here surrounded by the whole thing

Now we have got to 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 breathe I'd try not to choke
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nowhere to go
Sometimes I get stuck, yeah I get so upset
I burn at the end, I learn to regret
Just one toss of that faithful cigarette

Now we have got to get our of here
In our darkest hour
I think the end is near
We have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
Where we may not make it

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Writer(s): ADAM L. SCHLESINGER, ALEX GREENWALD