Wishing, wishing for something
Thinking, thinking about nothing
The thought of
There will come a time
When we all have to die
And we'll be wishing for
Sunny skies
Crying our alibis
Wishing, wishing for something
Running, running from nothing
Because I need it
All at the same time
And I feel it, feel it
All at the same time
Oh the thought of
There will come a time
When we all have to die
And we'll be wishing for
Sunny skies
Crying our alibis
Crying our alibis
Everything comes with time
Ain't no need wasting your mind
Everything comes with time
Ain't no need wasting your mind
What you've been wishing for
You've been running from
Crying, Crying, Crying, Crying
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