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A stroll down memory lane revealed gaps as large as years |
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Ambition had the same properties as a butchers blade |
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the solstice in their eyes betrayed a change of seasons in their minds |
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Reversed the hourglass impatiently for more wasted time to pass |
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Fusion and confusion hand in hand, numb to what the heart demands |
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Seize what little time we have... What we have left |
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Here comes (the) wintertime, with snow to cover our crimes |
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and supervise our swift demise, as we urge it to pass us by |
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Killing time was a grave mistake |
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Sleeping through the years.. |
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Now I can't awake! |
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Fusion and confusion hand in hand, numb to what the heart demands |
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Seize what little time we have... What we have left |
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Or can't you see that gold is closer to lead then we care for? |
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And that marble is merely stone? |
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Precious moments pass to fast |
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Faint, new memories kill the last |
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On the run |
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Come undone? |
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I may never |
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Weren't those the days, my friends? |
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Live life without tomorrow |
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Now it seems that I'm the subject of a tragedy |
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All my goals achieved, but can't recall the roads I travelled |
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Count the memories on my hands |
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my empty, aging hands |
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Slow it down |
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Look around in this bitter deception |
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Fusion and confusion hand in hand, numb to what the heart demands |
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Seize what little time we have... What we have left |