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Wait up I don't want to be the last one To recognize It's all downhill from here As erosion has it's way One day we'll break these skiesBefore it starts to fade It's hard to see the colors in this place Any longer I'll lose my sense of grace I can't stand by as it slips away Look out I don't want to be the last one To recognize I'm running out of time The ground is giving way Walk away, walk away with me From Letras Mania