"SKY'S THE LIMIT" lyrics

"SKY'S THE LIMIT"

In the end of everything, I feel nothing but pain
And at a different time and place, our destiny's the same
We take some solace as we spiral out of control
So don't tell us anything we never wanted to know
Let's go

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

The sky's the limit
The world was better with you in it
Sky's the limit
The world was better with you in it

And now we're standing in the rain watching the sunset
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The tears are rollin' while I got you in my headset
Forced to accept
The fact it's over now, but you will never forget
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For it's impossible to fill the void which you left
For which you left

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

The sky's the limit
The world was better with you in it
Sky's the limit
The world was better with you in it

Come on, alright

Let's go
Whoa, whoa
Beyond these shadowed walls
Whoa, whoa
All hidden in plain sight
Whoa, whoa
And in perfect time, I recall
Whoa, whoa
Flickered the brightest light

The sky's the limit
The world was better with you in it
Sky's the limit
The world was better with you in it
Sky's the limit
The world was better with you in it
Sky's the limit
The world
Was better with you in it
Better with you in it


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