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Some friends come in and out of view
Last time I looked we were dancing like dogs on fire
Now I'm laughing with your little girl
Laughing about my sunburn on that day

Oh it's good to see you smile
I remember how you held me as I cried
And flailing like a landed fish
Trying to get back to before his day went awry

Who would make the cut, when our time is up?
Everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh
It's coming

Like an explorer clearing ground
Swinging your blade, flashing in the sun
You cut right though my moping
Piked me up and then was on your way

I treasure the scars
We'll always have... well I don't remember where we were
Don't think we've returned
These moments are fleeting as they are pure

But I think you'd make the cut, when our time is up
Everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh
It's coming

Hey everybody, for the last time
Come here to me, for the last time

Will it be a fireball from the sky?
Or will we all take to the bed?
Laid low by a new pox
Or will the wrong guy get the codes?

Whose arms would I seek?
Whose eyes would I meet in the final throes?
And say it was good to be human
To be a human with you here

Who would make the cut, when our time is up?
Everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh
It's coming

Hold me, it's coming