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Rushing in and out, and in and out of my mind (I'm out of my mind). |
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We live and obey with some kind of hate. |
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Dreading the time to come when we've got no time at all. |
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I want to take the time to stop and think |
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about doing this, and what it might mean to be. |
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When I close my eyes, there's nothing but darkness revealed. |
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It's right there in front of me. |
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Looking forward for a taste of things to come. |
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I can't see familiar faces on anyone. |
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Life is trying to pass me by, |
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but not this time. I am not afraid. |
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You're not getting older; you're just getting old. |
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And your finish wears thin as your stories get told. |
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Yet you've somehow impressed her; she's already sold. |
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The one page in your book that's still shining in gold says, |
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'Wishing for the years to flash by |
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has left me blind. |
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I'm waiting for the few fleeting moments |
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where the world makes sense to me.' |
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I want to take the time to stop and think |
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about doing this, and what it might mean to be. |
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When I close my eyes, there's nothing but darkness revealed. |
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It's right there in front of me. |
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Looking forward for a taste of things to come. |
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I can't see familiar faces on anyone. |
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Life is trying to pass me by, |
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but not this time. I am not afraid. |
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I am not afraid. |
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My search continues for a taste of things to come. |
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I can't see familiar faces on anyone. |
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Life is trying its best to pass by, |
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but not this time. I am not afraid. |
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(I am not afraid.) |
