The Grand Finale

Just in case, alright cool
I'll do it later then check
Ehm

A door opens, another closes
The curtain falls, the credits roll
We're taking down the decorations
But I don't really wanna go

I didn't even take a picture
I never do, but never mind
You don't always get a rerun
So let's do it one last time

Welcome to the grand finale
Come on in, enjoy the party
I've got something in my eye
Oh man, I'm really gonna fucking miss you

Don't cry because it's over
It isn't over 'til you cry
We can start a revolution
We can fly (we can fly, we can fly, we can fly)

Let's lie out in the garden
Come on and look up at the sky
Don't wanna think about the future
Just wanna do it one last time

Welcome to the grand finale
Come on in, enjoy the party
I've got something in my eye
Oh man, I'm really gonna fucking miss you guys
Guys!

Paul's a plumber, Danny's a dad
Bert and Betty started a band
Chasing all the dreams that we had
God bless us all

For everyone that couldn't be here
In every joke and every tear
In every minute of every year
God bless us all

Here we go again
Back of the, back of the classroom
Here we go again
Don't even know what to tell you
You and me sitting in a tree
God bless us all!

Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

Ooh, hear ye in Casa', Casanova
Come on and jump up on my shoulder
I swear, I ain't ever getting older
Nah, nah, nah

Hear ye in Casa', Casanova
Come on and jump up on my shoulder
I swear, I ain't ever getting older
Nah, nah, nah!

I just died
To where we start

I'm really gonna miss you
I'm really gonna miss you
Man, I'm really gonna fucking miss you
Guys!
Guys!
Guys!



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Brown, Orla Gartland, Greta Isaac, Dorothy Clark, Peter Miles, Mathew Swales
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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