There won't be no growing old tonight
Trail behind at the speed of light
Where everything is on beneath the sky
There you lie, so lovely
They pull the body from the river in the early hours
There you lie, so lovely
Then you hear everyone is going out
There's gonna be a ball, better make that call
After the fall
There won't be no boundaries tonight
No way to gauge the altitude of flight
Where everything is on beneath the sky
There you lie, so lovely
They pull the body from the river in the early hours
There you lie, so lovely
Then you hear everyone is going out
There's gonna be a ball, better make that call
After the fall
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