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 I'm laughing with your little girl
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Laughing about my sunburn on that day
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Oh, it's 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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It's 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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We'll always have
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I don't remember where we were
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Don't think we'd return
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These moments are fleeting as they are pure
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But I think you'd make the cut
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When our time is up
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Everyone pointing at the sky
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Screaming the end is nigh
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It's 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 you'd 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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It's coming
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Oh, hold me, it's coming
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Hold me, it's coming
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Hold me, it's coming
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Hold me, it's coming
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Hold me, it's coming
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Hold me, it's coming
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Hold me, it's coming
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The End Is Nigh
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| Bell X1 |
