Manna And Quail
End
Raise a glass to all that's coming fast the end of days is more than just an errant wayYou'll see and I bet you'll be happier thenAnd you'll see and I'll bet you'll be happier thenYou can't blame yourself for felling smallIt's not what you were intended forCan't blame yourself for feeling smallIt's not what you were intended forRaise your hands to all that's coming pastthe ends of days is more than just a dim lit faceYou'll see and I'll be you'll be happier thenAnd you'll see and I'll bet you'll be happier thenYou can't blame yourself for feeling smallIt's not what you were intended forYou can't blame yourself for feeling smallIt's not what you were intended for(instrumental break)You can't blame yourself for feeling smallIt's not what you were intended for Can't blame yourself for feeling smallIt's not what you were intended for
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