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Glasses raised the people broken Dogs that whistle and show there tokens Try as he might and with mite he tries Nothing remains under falling skies A last minute ditch. Is that the time? A last minute ditch to commit the crime Flirting with fate, foes to fraternize Take them with you under falling skies Everyone look left then hard turn right Face to the north, look up to the light They laugh at us and to our demise They're coming from the falling skies Raised by wealth he cries out in pain For he has no say over when it rains Born to a name now let fate decide Will he survive under falling skies? Digging down for precious stones Plastic gems make glories gold But they're still loved by family ties Take them with you under falling skies From Letras Mania