By the end of days grace
We'll meet again
The sun has not set
Not completely atleast
I see the moon in the distance
But that doesn't mean it is ready to rise
So take your care of your plane
I'll watch your material possessions for you
Just promise me....
That you'll come for what you own
It is all that we have to tie us to you
But those ties shall never break
Fly High....
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