This Is All She Wrote
We are 8 miles high and falling fast, with no sign of tomorrow.
Don't give me those things that will never last, laugh in the face of sorrow.
You are the last in line, the first to give up hope.
You got a long night, and the right to fight.
This is all she wrote.
Can you see the morning shining bright the light as you toddle.
Stumble fall when the wind hits right a pill that's so hard to swallow.
You are the last in line, the first to give up hope.
You got a long night, and the right to fight.
This is all she wrote.
Hold your ground FAFO, drop the hammer and go.
Wash over everything. live with your choice fast or slow.
You are the last in line, the first to give up hope.
You got a long night, and the right to fight.
This is all she wrote.
It's coming in a dream, leave your face on the floor.
Sometimes it's not all it seems you were made for so much more.
You are the last in line, the first to give up hope.
You got a long night, and the right to fight.
This is all she wrote.
Knock back on something strong just to get you out of my hair.
If it takes all night you outlaw preach from the Dragon's chair.
You are the last in line, the first to give up hope.
You got a long night, and the right to fight.
This is all she wrote.
Stoned on a stillwater pond, ripples wash to the shore.
Laugh at the evening skies moonlight forever more.
You are the last in line, the first to give up hope.
You got a long night, and the right to fight.
This is all she wrote.
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