If you say it is, then I guess it is
What you say it is, but I don't feel anything
Cause your pendulum doesn't swing again
Yeah, your pendulum hasn't swung back in
It's a champagne year full of sober months
Through my mulling days, through my dry moments
I saw the morning Northern Lights
Convinced it was the end of times
I saw the morning Northern Lights
Gotta get young fast
Gotta get young quick
Gotta make this last
If it makes me sick
I saw the morning Northern Lights
Convinced it was the end of times
I saw the morning Northern Lights
Convinces it was the end of times
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