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We're all toys of time |
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Up to the end |
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No one owns the night |
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Meanwhile the river bends |
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Lace lies and butterflies |
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Flying high above |
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Til these eyes have seen enough |
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The clock is always ticking |
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Hanging on the wall |
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The mirror's always cracked |
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Waiting for us all |
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A rose by any other name |
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Squandered in the dust |
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Til these eyes have seen enough |
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The currency that lingers |
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Far heavier then gold |
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The beauty of the first bloom |
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A fairytale of old |
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Torn into pieces |
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A childhood map of love |
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Til these Eyes have seen enough |
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Punch drunk in the wind |
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Your play is nearly run |
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The carpet snatched beneath you |
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Just when you're having fun |
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The cards are in your hand |
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It's time to call your bluff |
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Til these eyes have seen enough |
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Til these eyes have seen love |
