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A patch of red-orange iodine moves into a clotter sky Don't give in just yet Don't give in A group in service uniforms stand outside a wooden door She's laughing, it's over Time has been strange oh... Last things last is not enough You can't accept this Don't give in just yet I hope that last things last past these first charms, these pale charms I hope that last things last, a hook or a flake to hold on so you don't break From Letras Mania