Wait up
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I don't want to be the last one
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To recognize
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It's all downhill from here
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As erosion has it's way
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One day we'll break these skiesBefore it starts to fade
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It's hard to see the colors in this place
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Any longer I'll lose my sense of grace
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I can't stand by as it slips away
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Look out
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I don't want to be the last one
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To recognize
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I'm running out of time
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The ground is giving way
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Walking Away From What We Deserve
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| Hundred Year Storm |
