Here's the end of the world with parties over.

See the blues sagging from the ceiling

Seems like everyone's that is filled

It's sometimes it's best to let this happen

And you sometimes it's best to pull out a plan

Building all dark coated hands

Ooh, from those things filled

Except for you

I'll see you make it planned, except for you

I'll see you ringing your hands

Now they've all got coated hands

And the blues, from those things filled

Party's over, there's nothing you can do

Party's over, no one's left with me in you

So let me know where you stand

Now it's, come out with it

But turn around the bed

But it hasn't been all for it

And still it seems like you

Got another plan

And all dark coated hands

Ooh, from those things filled

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