Mayfield

Augustana

Remember back when seasons don't change now
Late December winds bringin' pain back to me
And I've been closing these doors for days now
The sky is fallin' down on my grave...

Oh, are we gonna make it?
Oh, are we gonna make it?
Oh, are we gonna make it?
Oh, are we gonna make it?

South Pacific's whiskey and sin, now baby
These angels got me talkin' again, jump slowly
Gently as the breakin' waves and I'm flying
The tide closing in on my face...

Oh, are we gonna make it?
Oh, are we gonna make it?
Oh, are we gonna make it?
Oh, are we gonna make it?

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Oh, are we gonna make it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, are we gonna make it out?