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THE AVIATOR:

This world,

if you aren't a success, you're a failure.

If you're not on the top, you're on the bottom.

If you're in between, you're hanging on by your fingernails,

hoping you can get a better grip

before your strength gives out.

Everyone holding on is too scared to let go.

Everyone on the bottom is too worn down to try.

The people on the top?

They're the ones who depend on

things staying the way they are.

LILLIAN: 2x

Once we stood together side by side

Until that dawn we all were ripped apart

Now we are here but soon we're not

Those wolves moved in, bringing

nothing but fear since the start

ODESSA:

Wolves we are

THE AVIATOR:

So desperately in need of friendship, some trust, often focused on hunger and lust

Yet we're merely particles drifting in the universe,

Grains of sand with a touch... some sparkles of stardust

CHOIR:

We're struggling on until we will disappear

Fighting on our own frontier

Merely trying to last one more night and day,

The week, or a month, or another year

Our time swinging on - swinging from the chandelier