March Into The Sun
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Written by: Sydney Sierota, Noah Sierota, Jamie Sierota, Graham Sierota, Jeffery David, Tom Leonard

Produced by: Mike Elizondo

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Hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh.

This is not the end.
There's no apocalypse.
And all those kids, were full of it.

I got your hand in my hand.
No drinks inside.
It's how we start a fire, with a natural high.

With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have to be our last dance.
With hands in our pockets, this world doesn't have to end.
No grand finale.
Hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.

Hey, oh, hey, oh.

When Monday comes, it's ringing in your head.
And these battle drums, in a world that's bent.

I got your hand in my hand.
No drinks inside.
It's how we start a fire, with a natural high.

With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have to be our last dance.
With hands in our pockets, this world doesn't have to end.
No grand finale.
Hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.

On, on, we're going on...
(March into the sun, march into the sun, march into the sun...)

With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have to be our last dance.
With hands in our pockets, this world doesn't have to end.
No grand finale.
Hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.

With hands in our pockets, we'll march into the sun.

Hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh.

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