It won't be alright
Time is almost up
Were at the end of things
Don't mean to care for the sand at your feet
It takes so long to get there
And when you do
It's just fields of dust
Maria is this the place that you loved?
Time is almost up
What should we do for our last day?
I can't think of anything
Were at the end of things
Don't mean to care for the sand at your feet
It takes so long to get there
And when you do
It's just fields of dust
Maria is this the place that you loved?
Time is almost up
What should we do for our last day?
I can't think of anything
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Writer(s): Caleb Russell
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