The Jumpers cry, to die or fry

Hand in hand they stand

By God that takes some guts

They knew, they stood, they jumped

Falling, time stands still

The past is gone

Their future lay below

Above them was the chaos

Inside their hearts were still

All their life was in that moment

With love they fell within it

No time to think

No time to think

Yeah!

Splat!

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