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The years are passing by |
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And Earth is growing old |
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The minutes fly away |
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Like arrows in the air |
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So many faces I saw in this world |
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So many things are gone and really I don't care |
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But only death plays another game |
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A game without habitual rules |
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No turning back, it's the only way |
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The way that's so cruel |
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But stars are the same |
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And moonlights illuminates |
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The mountains with peaks |
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In the snow |
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And oceans of sand |
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Cry under the hottest sun |
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IT'S happening by |
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This world law |
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The world wars of our time |
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Are a flash of universe |
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The floods and whirlwinds |
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As a few drops in the sea |
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Somebody's hand is turning |
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The pages of old book |
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Somebody's fingers make our life and destiny |
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[Bridge.] |
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[Chorus.] |
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[Solo: W. Angel] |
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[Bridge.] |
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