| Some friends come in and out of view
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| Last time I looked we were dancing like dogs on fire
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| Now Im laughing with your little girl
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| Laughing about my sunburn on that day
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| Oh, its good to see her smile
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| I remember how you held me as I cried
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| Flailing like a landed fish
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| Trying to get back to before this day went away
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| But who would make the cut
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| When our time is up
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| And everyone pointing at the sky
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| Screaming the end is nigh
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| Its coming
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| Like an explorer clearing ground
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| Swinging your blade, flashing in the sun
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| You come right through my moping
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| Pick me up and then was on your way
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| I treasure the stars
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| Well always have
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| I dont remember where we were
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| Dont think wed return
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| These moments are fleeting as they are pure
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| But I think youd make the cut
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| When our time is up
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| Screaming the end is nigh
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| Its coming
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| Everybody for the last time
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| Come here to me for the last time
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| Will it be a fireball from the sky?
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| Or will we all take to the bed
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| Laid low by a new pox?
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| Or will the wrong guy get the codes?
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| Whose arms will I seek?
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| Whose eyes would I meet in the final throws
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| And say it was good to be human?
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| To be a human with you here
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| Who would make the cut
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| When our time is up?
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| And everyone pointing at the sky
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| Screaming the end is nigh
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| I think youd make the cut
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| When our time is up
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| And everyone pointing at the sky
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| Screaming, the end is nigh
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| Its coming
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| Oh, hold me, its coming
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| Hold me, its coming
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| Hold me, its coming
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| Hold me, its coming
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| Hold me, its coming
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| Hold me, its coming
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| Hold me, its coming |