She wanted to go to a party
She wanted to go to a place where we could unwind
Where we could listen to some old dusty records
Just to spin around
I felt the music hit my bones and I fell back
I fell into the clouds
My feet weren't touching the ground
We started to float around
I was only trying to wake you up
We were walking in and walking out, walking out again
In the garden we were running out
Everyone is gonna make it out, make it out alive
She said, "I don't want to be buried in some salty soaked oak-wood box
Sleeping underground...
I want my ashes to be spread above the clouds
I wanna go out guns blazing
With booze and songs being spilled from the top of the glass."
I guess that much we can agree upon
We can float around
Til our feet aren't touching the ground
I was only trying to wake you up
We were walking in and walking out, walking out again
In the garden we were running out
Everyone is gonna make it out, make it out alive
Make it out alive
Make it out alive
Make it out alive
Everyone is gonna make it out, make it out alive
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